"I'm not answering the door in my night gown. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!"
She carefully crept to the front window to catch a peek of whoever might be rudely ringing the doorbell at this hour.
When she saw the UPS truck parked in front of her driveway, she raced to the door, opened it and called, "Hello?"..., obviously forgetting all about decor...um.
The door of the truck was open but she couldn't see the delivery driver anywhere.
She opened the door wider.
"Hello???" She called, peeking over at the neighbors' house to see if he was over there.
Just as she was ducking back into the house, wondering how fast she could toss on some other clothes, the UPS driver came marching around the side of the house.
She popped her head back out the door to say something, and he jumped a couple of feet in the air and said, 'Oh sh_t!'
At roughly the same time, Simmy said the same thing, as she remembered she wasn't in her professional clothes.
Ahem!
"I put your package at the back door," said the driver.
"Thank you!" Simmy was laughing so hard and swiftly closing the front door that she wasn't even sure he heard her...
but he was scurrying back to his truck so she figured he likely didn't care if she was being polite.
She leaned against the door, laughing and laughing.
As she looked down at her very worn, still very pink 'Victoria's Secret' night gown, she laughed some more.
"Good thing that advertising logo is barely visible. I would give that young man a whole new vision of what kind of women buy 'Victoria's Secret.'"
She went to the back door and got her package of paint swatches for her client.
"Must have worked too hard on setting up this garage sale yesterday." Simmy grumbled.
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