Mr. Post Man


Post Man

I frequent the post office in Miracle Mile anywhere from 2-3 times a week. Since I go so often, I also apparently have a boyfriend there. His name is Mr. Rodriguez, he is 60-something and the most adorable little old man ever. I used to mail my Etsy packages in the early mornings before work but have found myself going later in the afternoon on my lunch breaks recently so I haven’t seen him as much. But a few weeks ago I went around 3pm and he was off his lunch break. He then proceeded to scream to the entire post office, “SHE’S BACK. MY GIRLFRIEND IS FINALLY BACK.”

So that’s how I got a boyfriend. He works at the post office.

Then yesterday morning I went to mail some more Etsy packages and he told me he was going to miss me. I told him, “I’m not going anywhere” to which he said, “No I’m the one leaving. I’m really going to miss you.”

Then he proceeded to serenade me with a love song at 8:30am. I was in such shock that I didn’t know what to do other than stand there on the other side of the little glass window and stare at him. Looking back I 100% should have video taped it. It was so precious I could cry. He wouldn’t tell me where he was going other than that he was leaving and he would miss me.

I left the post office, walked back to my car and started realizing that I would actually miss him. It’s the random connections and small relationships with strangers that sometimes have more of an impact on you than other, bigger relationships. I’m going to miss him too. For no other reason than he was always so nice to me whenever I went to see him. Always sweet, always polite, always making me laugh.

And that’s the story of my post office boyfriend and how he left me and broke my heart a little at 8:30am on a Thursday morning.


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