Kaelyn Moore

I left early for work.

I get a call around 10.30 from my boyfriend saying I won't believe what just happened and to check the camera.

I do.

The mailman came.

He rang the bell a few times and my boyfriend answered the door.

The mailman took a step back and my boyfriend stood for a moment and they stared at each other.

He realized the mailman didn't have anything in his hands.

He said, can I help you?

And the mailman said, quote, where's the small girl who lives here?

I'm pretty petite, five feet, a hundred pounds.

My boyfriend was stunned and said,

Quote, I live here too.

From now on, leave our packages downstairs and slammed the door.

I was really happy he said that because truthfully, he didn't live there with me full time, maybe two nights a week.

It seemed to work.

I didn't see the mailman again at all, actually.

But then my boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago.

I completely forgot about the mailman until today.

I was entering my building when he was exiting at the same time.

He stared at me and I went to walk by.