I love talking politics with our ups delivery driver. He’s just the bees’ knees.
I love talking with him! I especially loved it during the pandemic because he was often the only non-family voice I heard during the day.
I love that when I say “thank you“ to him, and he’s already crossed the street, he’ll often cross back to chat with me, in the snow, about the Wisconsin Supreme Court or the governor’s race or MGT, or whatever else is going on politically.
I love hearing him share with me his wife’s thoughts while I offer him Aaron’s.
I love hearing him give me the scuttle on the other delivery guy, who is less-than-friendly (and apparently a Trump-er).
I love this small piece of consistency in an otherwise inconsistent (albeit routine) world. It’s comforting.
life and puppies 