The other day, I arrived home to find this little tableau at my front door.
I have to wonder at the thought process of the delivery guy. Did he really think that nobody would think to look behind the out-of-place welcome mat to see the package? Is the delivery guy one-third possum on his father’s side?
Maybe this is an offshoot of the “fake it til you make it” approach to life, doing things a certain way in the hopes that nobody will call you out on how wrong you are. Or maybe I’m overthinking it.
Editor’s Note: I’m attempting to blog every day in November with CheerPeppers. I don’t expect to succeed because life be crazy, but any blogging in excess of my previous post-free month is a win, right?