There he was (not my UPS man, btw) in the middle of the aisle of the housewares department with a deer-in-the-headlights stare. Perhaps it was due to his long day. On a night when everyone had a long list, he didn’t seem to be clutching one. Did he forget it? Was he one of those guys who would buy a crockpot as a gift for his wife?
Let’s hope not, for her sake. If he did, it would be best for all concerned if he just rang the bell, left the package on the doorstep, and ran back to his truck.