33. Package

[This post first appeared on my (now) daily blog, which I’m mentioning only to mention it.]

The young man who delivers mail throws my package and I catch it near my ankles. He smiles with real delight. This started a few packages ago at my behest, when I was walking down the stairs and did the universal gesture of “come at me bro (with the item in your hand)” and he tossed it at me. Snatched it like a pro. I thought that would be it but on the next delivery he was ready, throwing the package before I’d really rounded the corner. Now I think he might be testing my reflexes and let me tell you—I’m here for it.