The UPS Guy

So I just returned from town doing a ton of running around in the blistering heat and the UPS truck pulled into our drive. “Hey, Chan!” I yelled. “I wonder if this is your passport?” I didn't want to get myself into a knot about this since I only just returned all of the paperwork five days ago. Not to mention that the last time the UPS guy showed up, he was returning my rejected passport application. But being this close to leaving for the UK, I couldn't stand the thought of dealing with another rejection, more delays, and not knowing when we would actually step onto a plane. Channing was in such a hurry to open the envelope that the delivery man had to ask him to hold on a second. “I don't care what you do with it once she signs for it,” he joked. With the UPS guy satisfied that my John Hancock was affixed, my boy ripped the cardboard tab and fished out.........the approved passport followed by a couple of loud Woo-hoos.