Dear Package-Delivery Workers of America from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Yes, I figured out to use the back door the architect of this house thoughtfully installed for sticky situations such as these. But still. Funny.
Dear Package-Delivery Workers of America from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Yes, I figured out to use the back door the architect of this house thoughtfully installed for sticky situations such as these. But still. Funny.
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I love how the commentary is laced with positivity. “Could you not be stupid? But I love you!” You make me lawl.
I should not laugh at this, being an InDuhVidual who has fallen over packages and out doors and down steps several times in her life (ahem), but I am. It’s in deeply felt empathy that I am laughing, but I am laughing nonetheless. I am glad you found another solution, but in the future, would a sticky note on the inside of the door, facing outwards for The Package Deliverers of America to read, be a solution? We tried to depend on those “type special instructions for delivery” boxes when we order, but those are soundly ignored. They seem to like sticky notes.
You also could hang a sign around Jack’s neck and let him sit in the window, proclaiming, “STOP BLOCKING MY MOMMA IN YOU LOSERS I WILL BITE YOU IN THE BOTTOM I WILL DO IT.” He’d cooperate, I’ll bet.
And yes, I cheered when I saw His Jackness sitting on the side chair by the door, all “OOOH OUTSIDE MOMMA? OUTSIDE? YES YES? OUTSIDE? WHAT? MOVIE? I AM BEAUTIFUL! YES ME! IN A MOVIE! YES!” (By the way, are you calling him Jackwagon yet, or is that The MF’s name for him?)
while we’re at it, what is the deal with airline peanuts!?