My mom and I were out for a walk the other day, when we noticed a brown UPS truck speed past us, and then slam on its brakes. My mom and I both stopped and turned around to see why the truck had stopped so suddenly.
We feared a cat had gone to meet its maker… But no.
Everything seemed fine. The UPS truck was idling quietly, and we just shrugged and continued on our way.
I shook my head, and nudged my mom to keep walking. The person was obviously not calling me. The person was obviously calling some other person named Kim, because I know like six people*, and one of them was currently walking beside me (the same woman who bore me and birthed me, I might add).
“Kim!” It was louder this time, and the voice was strained.
“It’s obviously not for me,” I said to my mom, who nodded quickly, thereby acknowledging the fact that I only know like six people*.
I turned around, and there he was, hanging out of the driver’s side, waving frantically in my direction.
“Kim, I have your new bed in my truck!”
You know you might have a problem** with online shopping (specifically, Amazon) when the UPS man recognizes you, and announces your deliveries on the street.
And, it’s happened more than once.
One time while I was out walking in another city.
Okay, yes – I do order a lot of stuff online.
And, yes – the UPS man and I have a deep, almost spiritual connection that surpasses most transporter/receiver relationships…
I think he could be my seven.
* And by “know” I mean “know” – because how can you really “know” someone unless you “know” someone, you know?
** It’s only a “problem” if it’s a “problem”.