Today, I was being quizzed about always wearing shorts. My legs run hot. Indiana helped toughen me up. I talked about how in Indiana, the FedEx and UPS guys challenge each other to see who can wear shorts to work the longest. And in Indiana, that’s newsworthy stuff, so I could play along at home. Though, they had to go outside and work…and I didn’t really need to leave my apt.
I think I won every year.
Then Dan, sensing I’m getting too cocky about this tall tale I’m telling says that the UPS dudes wear short shorts.
I disagree – claiming they wear standard 13″ Dickies…and in a move to distract people from questioning the validity of my statement, quickly add – “What kind of UPS dude delivers your stuff? Does he bring his own boom box?”
And others caught on to what I was implying very quickly – asking about what type of package is Dan ordering and such. Its crazy how quickly a conversation can unravel out of control.
Then Amy came out of nowhere, no longer innocently eating her sandwich and asks “Did your UPS man do an inside delivery?”
Wow. It was a good moment. Pretty much halted the conversation to just bask in her comment. Pay respect. Razz Dan with the fact that Amy piled on.
It was the highlight of my lunch.
Though I guess what really killed the conversation was me asking if they had a special white glove option.
I think Amy’s line was “in home” delivery, but the implication is still there.