We had a great rural mailman for years and we kept him well supplied with produce, home-made jams and the like.
He found a better job and we ended up with his shiettazz alternate, a tatted up Uke who routinely delivers ours the neighbor's mail to the wrong mailboxes. The only tip I've given him was if he didn't stop cutting his wheels into the grass along my driveway, he could expect flat tires.
