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Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess



Below you will find links to dates when new entries are added. The stories will not necessarily be in chronological order, but rather as I remember them. I am dating them so that you can skip to new ones you haven't read since the last time you visited, and so that you are more easily able to find something you found humorous to share with others.
Messy Guest


Have you ever had guests stay that just don't clean up after themselves the way you do, or the way you'd want THEM to? As if you don't have enough to do, guests stay, leave dirty clothes, dirty plates and even sometimes food scattered around as if taking a vacation from good habits that they would normally have at home is acceptable.

I realize that the picures below will take a bit longer to load, but I wanted to make them large enough that everyone can see the mess left behind by the nightly unwanted guests in my office at the junkyard.
Here you see a portion of my desk. Ok, so I'm not the tidiest person on the planet, but it's a junkyard. There's a lot of dirt in the air, and everything that anyone touches on my desk ends up greasy or muddy, so, my anti-neat habits fit right in. In the upper-left-hand corner of the picture above, you can see the edge of a basket you'd normally see filled with Strawberries at the end of summer. I'm not sure where it came from, but it somehow took over as the "candy dish" on my desk. I don't even remember what the former dish was - I think it was a plastic butter tub or something like that. My co-workers are not picky about the dish, only what it holds. I typically buy the mini-sized candies to dump into the candy dish every morning. During the summer months, that's typically not a problem. But, now that it's getting colder, some of the animals living at the yard have started coming inside where it's warm. (Do you blame them?) If you look more closely underneath the wire frame shelf upon which my phone sits, you can see some candy wrappers. These seasonal residents don't have the courtesy to clean up after themselves. How do I know it's not one of the workers that stay late after work? Wellllll... If you look more closely, (below),
you'll see some chunks of candy amongst the wrappers that have tell-tale tooth marks embedded in the chocolate. Yes, it is the impression of two elongated front teeth characteristic of rhodents. Mice, you say? Oh, no... something a bit larger.

Last week, a woman brought in the title from her car that we towed in with the intention of recycling. People are told, when they bring their title and a copy of their driver's license, we can pay them for "scrapping" a car. While the woman was waiting for me to write the check, she shrieked, which scared me in return. I glanced at her to ask what was wrong - her eyes were bulging as she pointed to the floor under my desk chair. I'd estimate the brown-grey rat was about a foot or so long and scurrying in a figure eight pattern around the wheels of my desk chair. I glanced back at her with a smile, her mouth was hanging open. I chuckled a bit and said "Oh, he lives here. He's a pig, though, because he never cleans up after himself." I moved my phone to expose the candy remnants piled under the wire shelf. She was amazingly, unimpressed.