Oreggano and I had been running errands one day and upon returning to her house we noticed the mailman entering a nearby home. “Was that your mailman?” I asked her. “Yes,” she said in a confused tone. “Does he live there?” “No, he definitely doesn’t live there,” she replied. “Hmmm. That’s some delivery. He’s got a key to the house and takes the package right in,” I stated. “I’m a bit disturbed by that,” she informed me. “You probably should be,” I said and asked, “Do you remember Mr. McFeely from Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood?” “Yes.” “Don’t you think that is kind of a strange name for someone on a children’s show, Mr. McFeely?” “How is it spelled?” she asked. “Just like it sounds,” I replied. “I wonder if your mailman’s name is Mr. McFeely and if somebody just got a speedy delivery.” “Gross,” Oreggano replied. “Any chance Lady Aberlin lives there?” I asked.
Later, when sharing this story with Sleepless and Ice Cream Man, Ice Cream Man said, “Makes sense. Isn’t there some saying about the kids looking like the mailman?” “It’s the milkman and I’m really not in the mood to talk about my dad right now,” I quipped.