Oh, I LOVE my UPS man. He makes me smile. He brings great things to my doorstep.
I love him especially during December when the fruits of holiday shopping sprees arrive at about 6 PM. All that time saved by shopping on line makes me darn giddy, I swear, everytime he rings the doorbell.
I love it when he brings art supplies, like brand new Robert Simmons paint brushes and Acryla gouache. He keeps me working, I think. He helps me make the books...
And I especially like it when he brings things I really don't need, but get anyway, like white sound machines (still in box, unopened) and the occisional eBay purchase that is NOT shipped via the USPS. Just think, he carried in my Elvis Lamp, I can say with love in my eyes. He smiles and calls me by name: "Hey. Barbara, got something for you." Goody! I think. What can it be?
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