I Love the Funny Little UPS Guy

So last week, I received a rather large package from UPS. If you're interested, it beheld a small black table I painstakingly assembled and put under a mirror in my hallway. I'm trying to be more and more 'upper-crusty suzie-homemaker' regarding my decorating capabilities. But that's neither here nor there. 

So Thursday night, it was raining really hard. I was expecting said package. I'm not sure what I was doing while I was expecting it; perhaps I was playing with my new Hello Kitty toys recently received from a slew of my students. Or writing something bizarre. WHO knows. The buzzer sounded. I ran downstairs, careful not to trip on my baggy 'lounging' pants in my excited, fumbly haste. 

'Hello,' the cute little uniformed Asian man said to me as I opened the door. 'You're Miss Foster?' 'Yep,' I said through a smile, politely taking his automated signature tablet, scrawling something on it that moderately resembled my name. But then I felt bad. The package was huge, and as he was fumbling for it, I suddenly wanted him to get out of the rain. 'Do you...want to come in...or something?' And I meant it, but not only until I actually asked it did I realize how absurd it sounded. Of course I just meant would he like to step in the entryway while we worked it (the transaction) all out. I mean the poor little man was drenched. 

But then he said something that I'll never forget. He said something that made me love UPS. He said, quite dryly: 'I could...but what would Mr. Foster say?' 

Frankly, I love anyone who makes me laugh...but it's little Asian men that make me laugh unexpectedly while it's pouring rain in winter that really get me. I love UPS, I really freakin' do.