Numbers 32:23.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 5 comments link this postI heard the Schwan man pull up in the yard. His truck has a distinctive sound.
Schwan's food is good. It's expensive. It's mostly not on the South Beach Diet. There are some items, though, that we can eat. But the thing is, we don't eat it up every two weeks, which is when he comes, and so I find myself hiding from him.
Like today.
I pretended I was not home. I figured he'd never know and it wouldn't be any big deal.
Obviously, mature adults would come to the door and say something like "so sorry, we just don't need anything at this time."
I prefer to just hide around the corner of the entryway.
I forced the nice fellow to leave a "sorry I missed you" sticker and catalog on the door, wasted his time, and stole from his commission. But we just don't have any more room in the freezer and we're still working our way through the last order.
Later, I drove into town to mail some letters. There, parked in front of the post office, was the Schwan's truck; he was delivering an order to the postmaster.
Great. Guilt. Be sure your sin will find you out.
I stopped in the grocery store and bought a carton of milk to kill time and perhaps avoid running into the guy, even though we didn't really need milk, either.
"I'm hiding from the Schwan man," I told the woman in the grocery store.
People in town know I'm weird, so they let such things slide.
The Schwan man, however, was still at the post office.
Drat.
Like any confident, shame-free adult, I marched into the post office (with my head lowered and avoiding any gaze), mailed my letters, and left.
Being me is very difficult. I can only imagine what being around me is like.
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 4/10/2008 04:42:00 PM
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5 Comments:
I have no comment except...are we the same person?
By 
Anna, at
10/4/08 17:45
You're funny. I'm sure the Schwann's man has seen that kind of thing many times.
By the way, being around you is actually quite fun.
By 
jvjannotti, at
11/4/08 08:27
Thanks, Jim.
I had a blast when you visited. I hope I get to meet your family someday. I'll bring the chocolate...
By Julie R. Neidlinger, at
11/4/08 08:43
I wish there were a once a month option. I can TOTALLY relate. My kids, however, love the Schwann's truck, and the fact that their mom is a pushover when it comes to frozen treats...
When our youngest was first learning how to pray, quite often he would thank God for, and ask Him to bless: the Schwann's man. Adding on the Grandma's and Grandpa's as an afterthought... A fact that sort of makes up for us adults who hide :)
By Andrea, at
11/4/08 09:41
for a while, i bought a half gallon of vanilla and a bag of frozen peas every time he came. I was having an issue with carpal tunnel and i took a small ziploc bag of frozen peas to bed as an ice pack that would conform around my wrist. I wonder if he thought i ate the peas on the ice cream?
By goprairie, at
14/4/08 21:46
