We do the same when we see delivery drivers from DPD.
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Not to mention the van drivers from the materials shop called Batiman.
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I love that, you do realise that that version of the past tense of to hang refers only to people who are hanged by the neck until death, don’t you? 
I had a hilarious vision of your friend emerging and immediately passing out with the shock. 
I’ve had to explain why I find mention of the digital retail services provider Wancom.fr hilarious on several occasions.
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Oops, yes, well spotted. When I re-read my post, I hanged hung my head in shame 
Many years ago a friend and I had a tiny side-hustle writing plays with music for schools.
One of our shows was a comedy called “King Arthur and the Knights of the Fairly Round Table” (Arthur had an incompetent carpenter).
Anyway it turned out that the family of one child who had appeared in a prep school production of our show as the wizard Merlin, had been on a skiing holiday in the Alps and got chatting to another British family - whose son had also appeared in his school’s production of “King Arthur” - as the wizard Merlin…
The odds of that happening must be very long indeed! 
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Glad to see that you are still alive, also that you haven’t edited to make my interjection nonsense 
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Magic, perhaps.
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Years ago, I worked at a General Electric plant in Daytona Beach, Florida, with a gent named Ian MacBeth. We were pretty good friends and worked on many of the same projects together. We had both come from a different GE plant in Schenectady, NY, some 1200 miles away. One Christmas, my ex-wife and I went back to Schenectady to visit her parents, and we decided to have dinner at the Chinese restaurant just down the hill. Guess who was having dinner at the same Chinese restaurant , 1200 miles away from home, at the same time? Could not get away from him and work.
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Where one of my favourite authors of all time, now deceased, used to work.
Kurt Vonnegut?
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Indeed.
Lots of famous people passed through that town. Jimmy Carter, for one, with the Navy.
On a holiday to Australia some time ago I went with my S-I-L (Rose). The idea was to meet up with families we had living there so we went from east to west and north to south.
Whilst visiting the Gold Coast, Rose did some snorkeling and as I don’t swim, I sat on the beach. When Rose came out of the water she was joined by a guy and she told me she recognised him whilst underwater as the son of her friend who used to lived in Camborne. He was spending his gap year as a life-guard at Surfers Paradise. We spent a couple of hours catching up on news. Then a week later whilst visiting my cousin at Coober Pedy I met my next door neighbour from when I lived in Windsor who was also on holiday visiting family. To think we were half way round yet we both met folks from the UK - proving what a small world it is
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You’ve been to Coober Pedy? I saw that on Instant Hotel and it looks very different, not just the colours.
I couldn’t stay in one of the ex-opal mine underground houses, hardly any windows and sand falling off the ceiling. 
What did you think of it, Rachel?
It’s not as bad as you make out Jennifer. There are some real good advantages like the temperature is the same both night and day and such a relief from the outside heat. No need for the great Australian salute because there aren’t any flies in the rooms either.
And you don’t get sand falling off the ceiling! They are just like normal houses really and are comfortable places to live in.
Take a look at some of the images on the internet. I think you’d be surprised at just now normal they look.
It sounds like an interesting place.
The only reason I mentioned sand falling off the ceiling was that on Instant Hotel episode on Netflix, that happened, they had to keep dusting the furniture because of the sand in the dugout.
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I missed so much racing about the world, drove straight through Coober Pedy without stopping, the Alice too. I lived in Katheryn in the NT for months and never saw the Gorge, a well known, though not to me, beauty spot. 
I lived opposite Kew Gardens in my teens but I didn’t visit it until I was much older. Long story short: we would go to an all-night party, then visit Kew Gardens where the entry price was 1d. Wander round for a couple of hours then when the pubs were open, go to one of them on Kew Green, watch the village cricket in the afternoon, fall asleep and wake up in time to go home, get washed and dressed and go out again for the evening. Those were the days!
I lived in the Midlands until I went to university in London. My friend and I had known each other since we were 5, went all through school together, lived within 500 metres of each other. Then our paths diverged. He went to Cambridge at 18, I left school at 16 , went to college at 19 and university at 21. We lost touch after school. Then 25 years later we found each other on Friends United I think it was called. He lived about 5 miles away in Twickenham and we had both taught EFL overseas. Been friends again ever since.
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