down south where strangers smile

sitting in my car on my way home from work, windows rolled down, waiting for my light to turn green. a mail truck pulls up beside me and the friendly, black, mail man, his window directly next to mine, shouts out "hello!" I turn my head to look at him and reply with the same greeting, then look back to the light. He bursts out, "how is your day going?" I look back with a smile, thinking how this is awkward but really funny, and after I answered I asked the same of him. he went on to say how he was boiling in this weather. the light turned green and I told him I hope he has the chance to get a cold soda and sped off with a big smile on my face. another reason I love the south.