Jimmy!

Beep.Then short delay, then the mechanical slide of a door...All signs of excitement in the document deliver area…

This time it's Jimmy, "JIMMY!!", we shout, as the NZ courier's courier arrives. He has grey hair and wears the black & white insignia of his company. He walks at great speed, intently focused on the in-tray on John's desk. He acknowledges our greeting with an indecipherable reply- couriers do everything fast- and then makes some remark on how it's nearly Friday... or was it about the weather?
Jimmy could be Irish. I often ponder this possibility after he's gone, or before he's come, or while he's here...