OK ladies, we all have some. They are "our guys". You know who I mean. The guy at the deli counter that always gives you a slice of turkey for your kids, the guy at the pizza place that remembers that you want thin crust even when you forget to ask, the guy at the pharmacy that knows your kids LOVE the liquid medicine syringes! I have had the same "UPS guy" at work and home for several years. He is the nicest, cutest, friendliest (I'll stop...) Anyway, I haven't seen him in a few months. I saw the UPS truck stop in front of my house and I got excited to see him and of course............... NOT MY GUY. What a bummer. To make matters worse he spewed a bit of profanity when he saw Otis and yes, the kids were listening.