Waiting for Godot (UPS man)

I wish Estragon & Vladamir were here to entertain me.

Sitting waiting for the UPS man to deliver my package which, if I do not receive today, I will have to track down to the UPS service location which is somewhere no one should ever have to go. Some desolate area on the west side of midtown where you would be in frightened to wander after dark, even in this post Guilani/Bloomberg "safe" NYC.

Cannot help but question was it is I am getting that requires a signature. A package with my NYC marathon entrance material? Is there a large theft of these items? If there is, God bless you. You run, I be sitting at the bar on first avenue.

Just the thought of that barstool makes me more than willing to surrender my hard earned marathon number. I could spend the entire summer lounging, drinking margarita's, eating everything I want and getting fat. On second thought, I suppose I will wait since I do have to wear a bathing suit this summer anyway.

To make matters worse, I am sitting here in my sweaty gym clothes. I thought the elusive UPS man might be here on the early side, it being a summer Friday and all. I raced home from the back to back training classes at the gym, yes the run back intensified my sweat and my odor. Now I sit basking in my own scent.....

But wait, what is that? The doorbell rings at last!!!! It is him!!!! I cannot wait to greet him in his gorgeousl bown uniform. Farewell for now as I run to meet him midway on the stairs to shorten my impatient waiting.