06/18/2026
Today was another one of those days.
Out of 15 people needing served, 8 of them apparently thought it was "insult a process server" day.
I had one last paper before calling it a day.
I pull into the driveway of this really nice peaceful neighborhood thinking, this is it, an easy routine serve.
Nope, negative!
This older man answered the door carrying more grumpiness than all the others combined. One word answers. A few "not so nice" choice words. Heavy sighs. Body language screaming, “You are ruining my regularly scheduled "doing nothing" time.
The person I was looking for didn’t live there, so I started asking follow up questions just trying to gather enough information to not only satisfy my client with due diligence but to hopefully not have to come back out here.
However, every question somehow just made him grumpier. He finally gave me his name, but with an uncertain look by me and a raised eyebrow, he quickly explained it was a nickname and provided his real birth name.
I don’t know what possessed me, I guess I was tired of his rudeness, but I started laughing, and said:
“Wow…with a name like that, I understand why you go by a nickname ”
Silence. His face froze. Mine probably did too.
I immediately thought: Well crap… this is how you get hurt....in a stranger’s driveway.....over paperwork.
Then, he BURST out laughing. Not going to lie, it startled me enough I about fell down his steps.
It wasn't a polite laugh. It wasn't a fake laugh.
It was a full on deep belly laugh.
He looked at me while still laughing and said, “Little lady… you’re something else.”
I turned and started walking away.
As I got to my vehicle he yelled, “If you just HAVE to come back, I’ll be nice!”
I turned around, smiled and yelled, “I’m definitely gonna hold you to that!”
I guess sometimes people just need a little unexpected foolishness to remind them it's ok to laugh.
For the record, his nickname was pretty cool.