Nick, Programmerman
Day 126 (492) - But I'm wearing a towel
So, a while back, my brother (and roommate) was going on and on about some gadget or the other. How he wanted one, but they were too expensive, but they did all these things he wanted, and all that kind of stuff. One day, he's on his computer, looking excited. He's found the thing he wants for a fairly sizable discount. Sure, it's used, but the person is offering a good return policy, in case anything's broken.
But, of course, ordering anything off the Internet means there's a wait involved. For the next week or so, I had to suffer the anticipation. You know, things like "I wish it were here," "I can't wait for it," "Why can't it be here already?" "I can't wait for Tuesday."
On that particular Tuesday, I'm just stepping out of the shower when the doorbell rings. I know full well that by the time I'd even be able to throw pants on, the deliverer would be gone, leaving me with only two options: ignore it, or wrap a towel around me and answer the door. I decided I'd rather not listen to another day or possibly more of "I want it."
I sheepishly hid behind the soor and opened it slightly. Then proceeded to set the package down and walk away. "Don't I need to sign for it?" "I'll take care of that."
At least it gave me an idea I could use for a self portrait one particularly uncreative day.
Day 126 (492) - But I'm wearing a towel
So, a while back, my brother (and roommate) was going on and on about some gadget or the other. How he wanted one, but they were too expensive, but they did all these things he wanted, and all that kind of stuff. One day, he's on his computer, looking excited. He's found the thing he wants for a fairly sizable discount. Sure, it's used, but the person is offering a good return policy, in case anything's broken.
But, of course, ordering anything off the Internet means there's a wait involved. For the next week or so, I had to suffer the anticipation. You know, things like "I wish it were here," "I can't wait for it," "Why can't it be here already?" "I can't wait for Tuesday."
On that particular Tuesday, I'm just stepping out of the shower when the doorbell rings. I know full well that by the time I'd even be able to throw pants on, the deliverer would be gone, leaving me with only two options: ignore it, or wrap a towel around me and answer the door. I decided I'd rather not listen to another day or possibly more of "I want it."
I sheepishly hid behind the soor and opened it slightly. Then proceeded to set the package down and walk away. "Don't I need to sign for it?" "I'll take care of that."
At least it gave me an idea I could use for a self portrait one particularly uncreative day.