Waitaminute Mr. Postman

So the mailman who reminds the Ol' Man when his magazines arrive came upon him the other day.

"You gonna remember me when you make it?" the mailman said.

"Make what?" OMS said, juggling a case of beer, groceries and the mail he was nice enough to hand us, sans magazine.

"Come on, now," he said. "When you make it and your rich and famous. I hear you playing."

"Sh*t," OMS said.

"Nah, man," he said. "I feel it. Keep going."