I was making dinner last night when a UPS truck pulled up in front of my house and stopped. I got all excited - I’m an ebay junkie and I love getting packages. I peered out the window and watched the Man in Brown get up and rummage around in his truck for a bit. Then I watched as he sat back down and drove away.
They shouldn’t be allowed to stop in front of a house without leaving a package, damnit! If it turns out that they’ve stopped at the wrong address, there should be a consolation package of some sort.
I think the dog thinks she scared him off by barking at him through the closed dining room window.
Did he rummage around in his truck with his back to you but in clear view? Because if my UPS man pulled up in front of my house and rummaged around for a bit with his butt to me, I would consider that to be a large bonus.
My UPS man has an ass you could bounce a quarter off.
We get quite a few deliveries from UPS (DH loves shopping online). I swear the driver looks forward to ringing the bell so he can send the dogs up a wall.
My UPS man isn’t much of a tease, but once a FedEx deliveryman came by with his fly open and his winky peeking out (this was presumably accidental, since he wasn’t acting flirty). Oh, the thoughts about “overnight package delivery.” I still feel faint.
I sometimes think that for any given topic, there’s a song about it.
In this case it’s Drive by Love, by The Bobs, about the lingering flirtation between a UPS driver and a Fotomat clerk. No lyrics online, unfortunately.
A handsome UPS guy came to the door about an hour ago, delivering a wine shipment. However, I have a handsome USPS letter carrier on the couch here - my husband - so I guess I’ll stick with him. (Just teasing, hon!)
