Overheard in the Waiting Room

The heat and humidity we’ve been experiencing finally broke last night in a patchwork of little rain showers that drifted through Central Missouri, and this morning the winds were certainly from the north.

Yesterday, it was shorts and a tee shirt. It was in the low nineties. Night before last, I couldn’t sleep because I was too warm. But today, I’m wishing I had worn actual shoes instead of just sandals. It’s overcast and breezy. I’m wishing I had a light jacket with me; it won’t even get up to seventy today.

This has been a lovely break. Even the cats were fritzy again this morning, invigorated with the fresh cool breezes making the curtains wave in the window.

So.

Waiting rooms are great places to people-watch. Today at the dentist’s office, the letter carrier came in about 12:45, handed the receptionist the day’s mail, and engaged in brief conversation.

You know. The kind of light conversation, fringing on banter, that turns a daily transaction into a pleasant occurrence. Chitchat that leaves you both smiling.

Naturally, the conversation was about the weather. The letter carrier said he’d felt sleepy all day, that it felt like a Monday. “Good sleeping weather!” he announced. Then he added, “Good day to be outside walking around!” The receptionist answered, “Yeah, that’s for sure,” smiling enviously from behind her desk.

And the letter carrier grinned and boomed, “Yeah, this is mailman weather!”

“Mailman weather.” That’s a keeper, isn’t it!

. . . And it made me laugh out loud.