My mom’s mailman would habitually deliver the mail late at around 8:30pm. This was a daily occurrence!

As adults, my brother and I were visiting at my mom’s house, and we heard the mailman dropping the mail through the mail slot on my mom’s front door. My brother looked up at the clock and asked my mom, “Is that the mail!?” She answered with a sigh: “Yes…” My older brother immediately got up and headed for the door to inquire of the mailman. He opened the door and called to the mailman who was, by now, halfway down my mom’s walkway. My brother asked the short, older Filipino mailman: “Why are you delivering the mail so late?” He responded with a Filipino accent, “We’re short people!” My brother responded, “Well—hire taller people!” The man stunned, paused, and then laughed.