I was awakened today by my door buzzer at 9:30am. It was the FedEx guy with the boots I'd left at my sister's Michigan home at Thanksgiving. With great sensitivity, she had sent them to me after Boston's one foot of snow this Sunday. As I signed for the box, I yelled, "my boots!"
"They're a little late but better than never," I added, smiling at the delivery guy. He thought I was talking about him. "What?? No they're not. When were they supposed to be here?!" he responded. "Dude, I was talking about my sister, not FedEx. Calm down and step slowly away from the package."
"They're a little late but better than never," I added, smiling at the delivery guy. He thought I was talking about him. "What?? No they're not. When were they supposed to be here?!" he responded. "Dude, I was talking about my sister, not FedEx. Calm down and step slowly away from the package."