It was during the heat wave last week, when four boxes of my paperback copies of my newly published Last Laugh arrived. I was waiting as eagerly as a kid trying to catch Santa in the act Christmas morning. When I heard the truck pull up, I grabbed a cold can of soda and my phone and ran to greet the driver at the door.
As I videotaped him, I hoped my squealing, “My books! My new novel!” as he schlepped boxes up my stone steps and pathway would be fun to post here. But the poor delivery guy looked like he was about to melt into a puddle of his own sweat on my stone pathway. He didn’t even register the first time I offered him the drink.
So I stopped videotaping. But I’m glad I didn’t erase the footage. Because by posting it, I hope you, dear readers, will appreciate the irony, pathos and, yes, joy of the moment.