Good thing I wasn't scheduled to work today or else I wouldn't have been home when our Morgan-Freeman-look-alike mailman knocked on our door, asked me my name, and then told me the Lord had blessed him with the gift of song.
"I don't mean to offend, young lady, and I don't know if you have a boyfriend in your life, but if you do, he wanted me to tell you this..." His words, not mine.
[By this point all I want to know is where the hidden camera is.]
Then he stood a foot away from my face and serenaded me with this song for a solid minute.
Longest freaking minute of my life.
Longest freaking minute of my life.
True story.
Hope this warms your heart (read: creeps you out) as much as it did me!
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!
