The UPS Guy

always makes me smile when I look and see him outside my door. Yesterday, his face was a reflection of pain and strain as he tried to ring the bell. I chuckled and buzzed him inside.

He said, "Hey, man, this box sure is heavy for such a little thing. What is it?"

Without hesitation, "Gold bars."

He flips a double take, bends and reads the box while I sign his silly little electronic box. He turns to me and said, "Why isn't it insured?"

Don't you just love it when they offer you an opening.

Me, "Well, you see it's like this, last time I had paid for insurance and the UPS dude figured out what the box held. He stole my gold, and now his democrat butt is sitting in jail." I paused...then, "Now of course my gold is held as evidence and the insurance company will not pay and I'm left with nothing."

I take a sip of coffee and try my best to hold a straight face. He looks at me as if I'm crazy, shakes his head and turns towards the door. I thought for sure I had him.

When he reaches the door he turns and said, "I know that guy." He smiles, "And, he never shares the loot."

And here I thought I'd had him....

My ammo arrived.

Stephen