File this under things that creep us the f*ck out

Mailman: (Smiles, knowingly). Hey, Oldmanathan. Good to see you today.

OMS: Hi. Thanks for the mail.

Mailman: (Still smiling, as of to say he knows we still get the magazine in the black plastic wrapper -- you know, the one he called us out on getting last summer when we were playing guitar on the porch and he was all, "Hey Oldmanathan! I delivered the magazine you like!" from the street below).

OMS: Well, have a good day.

And END SCENE.