We Know Our UPS Man By Name

We know our UPS man by name.

Darling hubby has found a website that sells vehicle parts a lot cheaper than any local auto store, and that price includes the shipping fees.

What a boon to him!

So, every few days either the white FedEx or the brown UPS truck is seen coming down our drive.  Just in case you don’t know, our drive is curved, is about 350 steps to the road, and takes 1.5 minutes to walk to the mailbox.

As the holidays approached UPS was coming almost every day.

Today, Christmas over, Epiphany passed, I’m walking through the family room when my eyes catch a glimpse of hulking brown bigger than me through the glass and I flinch.  In nanoseconds the brain catches up with the eyes.

“John!  There’s a man at the door.”

9:30 in the morning, John’s busy in the hall, halfway not believing me,  “Who could it possibly be?”

Opening the door, I smile and say,  “I told my husband there was a stranger at the door.  Hi.”  I reach out to shake his hand,  “Your name is…?”

“Chip.”

“Hi, Chip.  Are you the same driver I complimented the other day?”  He smiled and nodded an affirmative and handed me a big cardboard box that’s 8 inches square and 7 feet long.  Impressive.

The other day I’d been sitting at the computer, hearing a “Beep.  Beep.  Beep”, you know, that “I’m backing up sound” that emits from big wheeled equipment, and I’m watching red tail lights and brake lights blink as this whopper of a truck comes backwards down our drive BETWEEN the candy canes lining either side.

When the driver had stepped up on the deck to deliver the package I complimented him,  “You did a great job of backing down that long drive and navigating the candy canes.”  He smiled a response.  I didn't know whether to chuckle or turn my head in embarrassment when he grinned, “I’ve had lots of practice.”