Oh how shopping has changed. To avoid the parking lots, crowds and the pepper spray, we make use of those stacks of catalogs that appear this time of year. And then we wait for the UPS truck. There I was minding my own business (for a change) studying in the library... Okay I was in the bathroom, when, I heard the truck. The low rumbling engine, the squeak of the springs, the slam of the cargo door. I quickly dressed, uh I mean ended my studies and rushed to the door. OMG, what will it be? A lovely delicacy ordered to celebrate the season? A rare gift ordered from a far away land for a special someone? An electronic toy, out of stock for months? Maybe it is a special delivery from an anonymous admirer who recognised all that I had done and how hard I worked all year? Santa?....
I throw open the door, breathless with excitement, yes, yes I'm here!
The pest control man was very surprised to see me at the door. He wished me a Merry Christmas, handed me the bill and mentioned I might have my sweatpants on inside out.
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