Newspaper sales

So my doorbell rings, and a guy mumbles something incoherent over the intercom. Reluctantly i throw on some pants and see what he wants. A young guy greets me and bows profucely, newspaper salesman I realize. In the middle of our conversation he says, "You look like my brother."  I wanted to shout and is your brother a foreigner, instead I said, "Is that because he is bald?" Anyway it was a very interesting conversation, it seems he is new the city and he did have that "inaka" feel.  

Shortly after I left to go to my foot message appointment, and law and behold as I was walking to the station I passed him, I smiled and said, "Ganbatte!"