Then She Blogged About It

The receptionist is out today, so I'm at the front desk. A delivery guy came in and proceeded to narrate.

I open the door. She glances up from behind the moniter. She sees me. I place the package on the desk. I ask her to sign for it.

Here's what he missed: Her eyes widened slightly with fear, then she regained her composure and forced a smile. Even though she didn't find his narration amusing, she gave a sympathy laugh and signed for the package, hoping to hasten the event of his leaving. She then decided to blog about this creepy incident.