Delivery Girl (2)

The mail chick who came by every Thursday illuminated my week because of how radiantly beautiful she looked. She’s a very cute brunette chick, we got to talking and she even told me about how she ran track in high-school. One day, I decided to impress her with my strength and bought a heavy duty weight lifting set and I’d show her how cool I am by bringing it into my house myself. Currently, I’m listening to music in the shower when suddenly I get a notification on my phone. I peek my head out and see it’s from Amazon, “Your Package is Soon to arrive”. I smile with glee as I wash the rest of the soap on my body and wrap a towel around my waist, as I’m making my way out of the bathroom. I can actually hear the truck running outside. I run downstairs as I hear the delivery person outside as I open the door. “Hey, you have my package!!” I say as the delivery girl stands there, handing it over to me. We smile at each other during the brief second wear my towel’s still up. But wether or not God hates me, my towel seems to slip because of the breeze and because of the fact I’m holding 45lbs+ workout equipment, I can’t prevent the fact my towel falls around my ankles to reveal my 2 inch hard acorn to her.