Don't you just love warning labels, especially ones that were probably mandated by the government. My kids sent some great Scotch which arrived by FedEx yesterday. I knew something was up when Ginny made a bee line for the door when the delivery guy came. She went outside and CLOSED the front door. I am not stupid. I knew exactly what was up, but I needed to have a little fun. So when she came inside, I asked "Hey Toots, what's is the box?" Innocent enough, right. Well I got an immediate retort (somewhat snippy as well) of "It's not for you!" Well, that for sure sealed the deal. Yeah, not for me, hahahahaha. Now as a guy, I would have been able to answer my question with a heck of a lot better line. You know, something along the line of (putting myself in the female role) "Oh just some new underwear from Pennys" or "Some books on meditation" or perhaps "Oh, just some office supplies" or maybe even "Some female things". You know, the books on meditation would have ended the conversation right there! What self respecting guy would be interested in books on meditation unless they had a centerfold. Then it would have been over. I would have been satisfied (males are easy to please) and my fratostatic BS detector would not have gone off. But such is the fun of enjoying the male/female interface, at least the verbal one in this case.
Now here is the BIG QUESTION: Are FedEx delivery personnel properly trained to administer field sobriety tests?
Sir, you'll have to walk 24 feet in a straight line with your hands on top of your head while singing Sweet Home Alabama before I can hand this package over to you... . And who are you calling an indirect!?
