A harassed wife answered the door, screaming kids in the background and a detached father presented a familiar picture. Huge 4-Track with personalised number plates etc etc
I passed a friendly comment while we unpacked the plastic boxes.
He looked at me, a middle-aged guy in uniform and reflective jacket, and almost sneered. He was polite but he was dealing with a serf who didn't merit conversation.
If I'd driven up a year ago in my suit and Jaguar I wonder what kind of response I would have got.
Immediately after that guy I turned up at a doctor's house. What a nice couple. They helped me move stuff around and we chatted as we did so. They engaged with me, not the delivery guy in reflective jacket.
The job is fascinating. I can look at people from behind my disguise and see what they are really like.