When I read the title of your post, I thought, “Woop, here comes Angela!”
Another Angela era? Angelera?
There used to be a man I knew who was a mailman who delivered within a large company I worked for. There was something about him that made me feel uncomfortable, but I had trouble pinpointing it -- nothing he said or did was inappropriate. He would chit-chat and was quite friendly. One day I figured out why I felt so uncomfortable around him -- he was TOO HAPPY. Brimming with joy all the time! Anybody else who had his job would see it as some lousy mail carrier job, but he seemed genuinely happy and he made connections with every person he met. It also gave him a chance to talk about his music. He has since moved out-of-state, but I recently found him through one of those social networking sites (a friend of a friend) and I think it’s neat to be able to keep up with his endeavors.
