SCENE: Me, driving home from work, singing, “Yah mo be there, UP AND OVER, Yah mo be there, UP AND OVER”
Arrives at drive-thru mailbox. Little red coupe pulls in behind. Driver taps finger tips upon steering wheel, waiting her turn to get mail.
Me, opening mailbox, sees nothing inside.
Me, speaking very loudly, ‘OH, WELL WOULDN’T YOU KNOW. I GUESS MY WIFE MUST HAVE GOTTEN THE MAIL. WE ALWAYS HAVE A LOT OF MAIL. NOPE. NEVER DON’T GET NONE. HEH. IN FACT, IT’S LIKE I’M ALWAYS SAYING, ‘HONEY, COULD YOU PLEASE GET THE MAIL TODAY! WE ALWAYS GET SOOO MUCH! ENOUGH FOR EVER…’
Little red coupe blares horn.
Me, closes mailbox and drives away.
Me, arrives at doorstop and sees a package sitting on steps from eCost. Picks package up as little red coupe drives by and screams, ‘MENTOS! THE FRESHMAKER!!!’
/CUE THE DUCKS
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