Vake up! Vake up! It's time for milking!

"Good Morning" the man said, cheerily.
"What do you mean by that?" Roger demanded.
The man looked taken aback and hesitated before answering.
"I just meant - good morning," he said.
"And what's good about it you fuckwank?" Roger fumed.
The man looked very nervous and backed away slowly.
"It's just a friendly greeting, mate," he complained, "nothing to get all worked up about..."
"FRIENDLY GREETING?" Roger bellowed, "ANYONE WHO IS FUCKING CHEERFUL FIRST THING IN THE MORNING WHO HASN'T SHAGGED KATE BECKINSALE THE NIGHT BEFORE IS A FUCKING FREAK WHO DESERVES TO DIE!"
The man dropped the letters on the path and ran away.
"AND YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR GOOD MORNING UP YOUR ARSE!" Roger shouted after him.
We never saw that particular postman again. When I asked about him, I was told he was being treated for nervous palpitations.