And so, it came to pass that, 30 minutes ago, I was in the middle of a serious shave (had no time this morning, and the heat gave me an excuse for a second shower,
so...), when the doorbell rang. I thought that there was a 75% chance it was a political canvasser, a 15% chance it was Galfriend's younger son who might have forgotten his keys (again), and a 10% chance it was Mighty UPS Man with my Kodak package in hand. I grab a pair of swim trunks and a towel, race down two flights of stairs, and...nobody. Then I look down and see The Package. Slim odds, but who cares?
Race back upstairs, finish my shave. Get ready to rip the package open when the doorbell rings again. Slightly more "decent" already, I race down again. Yes, it's a political canvasser, talking up a candidate I kinda-sorta like but won't commit to just yet (primaries here are on Sept. 15), but I chat for about two minutes, then race back upstairs.
I have the package back in my hot little hands when
ripoenus interruptus strikes again with a phone call from aforementioned younger son of GF. Wants to come up to pick up his MacBook Pro and see what's for dinner. I say "sure", he makes his way over within a few minutes, retrieves foodstuffs and his Mac, and heads back out.
I grab the package, mockingly look both ways, then quickly tear the thing open (well, as quickly as I can...UPS doesn't do quick-open on anything not made of cardboard, it seems). Talk about a
haul:
Brick of Portra samples, and Ektar! (Portra dated 10/08)
I swear, someone in Rochester can read my mind (or has a damned good memory...I don't know which is scarier
😉). All my new Portra goes in the back o' the 'fridge while I work my way through this.
(And...did those of you who got your package get the promo sheet for Ektar with one of Damsao's floral pics on it? Sweet!)
Big thanks to the big K (and, again, to Bill).
- Barrett