On any exciting Sunday

 

I normally like my Sundays to be dull. Well, except for football. I like football on Sundays to be exciting, but otherwise, the more tedious and boring, the better.

There’s enough excitement during the rest of the week, with Tuesday being Tuesday and all – and I won’t even get started on breadth and depth of Wednesday.

Sundays are for repose and quietude.

As planned, last Sunday started out like any normal day after Saturday. But that changed quicker than you can say “Sunday funday.”

I didn’t expect any USPS deliveries, it being a Sunday and all, so imagine my surprise when I saw the mail truck stop at the edge of my driveway. Exclamation point. What could it be?

It was a package, of course, and I watched the mail lady gingerly place it at my porch stoop. Not wanting to startle her with a preemptive door-opening, I waited patiently in the shadows as she went back to the mail truck to grab a package for my next-door neighbor.

A double Sunday delivery! I caught my breath in anticipation. How much more exciting could the day possibly become?

I watched as the mail lady dutifully set the the second package on my neighbor’s front porch. She turned to head back to her vehicle and then, it happened. Excitement upon excitement, in the worst of ways. Unexpected and unwanted, but exciting nonetheless.

(Even the mail lady would have to admit that.)

The mail truck at the end of my driveway begin to move in reverse – down the roadway. On its own. Unattended. Suffice to say it was not a self-driving vehicle.

My two sons happened to be in the living room watching football and they witnessed the scene right along with me. “Go out and help her,” I managed to say. I may have whispered it, or even yelled. It’s all a blur at this point.

The boys both sprang into action. On a chilly 72-degree Florida day, they braved the cold, in bare feet, to chase an errant mail truck, traveling in reverse, without a driver, down our street. Seconds seemed like lifetimes as I watched the scene unfold before me: A mail truck traveling backwards. Two sons and a mail lady running fervently after it. Me, a helpless bystander, following behind the crowd, hoping for the best.

And the best it turned out to be. Son number one caught up with the vehicle and hopped in. (Thank goodness some mail trucks don’t have doors.) Before you could say, “Priority delivery,” the truck stopped – thankfully before hitting any trees, cars, people or dogs.

Everyone was a bit ruffled – rightly so – so no one exchanged names or took the usual selfies to commemorate the occasion. I think maybe the mail lady was glad about that. Instead, we each headed in our own direction.

The boys and I went back into the house to watch our football team win. I opened the package worthy of a Sunday delivery and it was a glue gun. (Cordless!)

So to sum it all up, as of last Sunday, my football team is now 11 and 2 and I have a new glue gun. You see how the day was exciting?

Hopefully next Sunday will return to its regular dullness. One can only hope.