It’s Thursday morning and I’m making potato kugel when the knock comes.
InAmerica the brown-and-gold UPS truck usually carries a sense of excitement as it drives down leaf-covered streets. Usually means it you’re getting something you’ve been waiting for.
Thursday morning’s UPS man however arrives on a motorcycle bringing nothing more exciting than documents for us to sign allowing us to change phone companies.
My husband of course invites the UPS man in for a drink.
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