They call me Mr. Ferguson

The mail man sees me walking outside our building.

“You’re Mr. Ferguson, right?”

“Actually, I’m Mr. Estrin. Or just Michael. I’m not very formal. But my wife is Ferguson. She kept her name…”

The mail man waves me off, hands me a package.

“You are Mr. Ferguson,” he declares.

You might also like

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *