An aside regarding Somalians: It appears Amazon is hiring them as drivers. Was walking our neighbor’s dog as a favor when an Amazon truck turned down the lane. Yes, lane, we’re somewhat rural. I had to step aside to let the van pass by and in a brief few seconds I caught the driver’s eyes and they were soulless. Seriously gave me the creeps. I swear he was an exact match for the Somalian pirate who says, “Look at me, I am the captain now” in the movie, “Captain Phillips.” The dog I was walking weighs about 120 pounds, a big ole herding mix breed. He apparently caught the vibe, too, because he lunged off leash and barked the truck down the lane. (Thattaboy!) Came back soon enough, no biggie, but in that brief encounter it occurred to me what better way to scope out comfy residences for potential future break-ins, (or worse) than to be an Amazon driver? Me—I built a large delivery box and put it at the end of my long driveway next to the cattle gate. “Please leave delivery packages here.” In bold letters. Come up my driveway and let’s see what happens.
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