The Usual Girl.

There's an old man on the route I've been working since I started my job who, until recently, did not seem to like me at all.  On day one, I happily said, "Hello!" And with a scornful look, he asked, "Where's the usual girl?"  I replied, "Are you calling me unusual?" but he didn't seem to get it so I continued, "...she's on a different route today."  He crossed his arms and said, "Hmm."  

And that's all, for months.  Every day, he'd stand outside and cross his arms and not say a word, no matter how many times I greeted him or commented on the weather.  He'd just stand there and stare, obviously still wondering Where's the usual girl?  Then finally, FINALLY, last week he must have decided that exactly enough time has passed that I am now the usual girl, because when I said my hello to him, I was shocked to hear him reply, "Hi, how are you?"  A greeting and a question all at once was almost too much to swallow so I might have stuttered a bit with my response, but we did embark on a most wonderful conversation.  And now that I'm the usual girl, he talks to me every day.  Every.  Day.  In fact, I can't get him to shut up.  More in fact, I'm kind of wishing that I could go back to being the unusual girl.  This is a good example of being careful what you wish for.