TweetAt my desk phone rings, I pick up and a guy says real brusk, "Fed-ex, we got your package we need your number."
I'm like hummm, guy sending went over address few times and said I won't have to sign and for some reason this fed ex guy says I'm going too have too sign.
So give him all correct address info and say my office is just 1/2 mile down block and I know all the fed-ex guys, just tell them I'm at my office, he says he doesn't know if he can do that. I say well however.
Few hours later phone rings, but no light, which means, girl up front, she says, fed ex here, I say is it so and so, guy i know, she says yeah, I say send him back.
I sign, rip it open and caress the bottles, it's party time monday morning.
all have a good weekend