Since I was first, mine gets hand delivered with a parade.
Terry,
I live on a dead end street. I know all the cars that belong to the people that live on the street.
This is becoming quite expensive; having a marching band here everyday.
Every time, a car turns on to my street, and is not recognized, the Drum Major blows his whistle, raises his huge baton, and the band starts marching and playing... expecting Mike to come out of the rear doors of the car; expecting a red carpet to roll out from that car to my front door; a canopy, and some local TV coverage.
Am I expecting too much?
Fred