This morning (Aug15) I was sitting at the computer in my underwear reading this article-
[link to www.greatdreams.com
I had gotten a little over half way down (to the Delphi part) when I heard a horn blow in the yard, it was the mailman in his little Jeep so I grabbed my blue jeans and pulled them on and ran out barefoot to get the mail.
He had a package to deliver for my wife (from Scrapbook Creations) and when I got up to him he was punching numbers into his hand scanner, so he was frustrated. He said that the scanners came out in 1992 but about 1/3 of the packages mailed won’t scan the bar code properly, they have to hand punch the numbers in. And they are only given 18 seconds to deliver a package.
The USPS tracking number is 22 digits in five groups of four digits plus two at the end. The package this morning had its last two numbers ending in 26. The total of all 22 digits was 90.
I came back in, took my jeans off and began reading again. Then the phone rang. It was my sister in law asking if I could get a message to my brother who was waiting for the local forester in my driveway. She said “the tree man is running a little late so can you tell your brother he will be by at about 10:30 or 11:00?”
I did so and my brother went back down to his house. I came back in to read more, took off my jeans. Then a few minutes later (at 10:20) the forester knocked on the door. I had to put my jeans on a third time and go to the door.
This time I’m going to keep my jeans on.