My postman always looked at me with utter disdain, and if I dared to say good morning/afternoon it was as if I had ruined his life - BUT - my mail was never lost, and he never gave us other people's mail by mistake either.
When he had covid we had so many issues so I expressed great happiness at his return (I saw him smile a little through the festering hatred). This past month I haven't seen him and we've now graduated to packages being delivered to bins on completely different streets.
Over the years, my grumpy postman started looking fitter and more vibrant in the face so I suspect he has retired or has moved on to somewhere else. Either way, I miss his utterly unfriendly and hostile grimaces, and hope he's just on holiday.
I miss you grumpy postman. I always imagined your name was Neil or Nigel - maybe it's because I never asked and you felt it was rude. Always in my heart.