One hot summer day I parked under a shade tree in an empty church parking lot to sort and line up my next 50 resi stops. This was pre-DIAD, so lining up that many stops was about a 10 minute project. I kept an old radio shoved behind the dashboard, it was tuned to a classic 70's station and one of my favorite oldies.."Brandy, Your'e a Fine Girl" by Looking Glass..came on. I love that song and know all the words by heart, so I sang along to it while I sorted. That song ended and an even better one came on.... "Dream Weaver" by Gary Wright.... and I started really belting that baby out. The chorus of the song has the words "DREEEEM WEAVER...WEAVER...WEAVER" sung in a high falsetto tone with echoing synthesized reverb, and I was just hollering and screaming away in the back of the package car like I was drunk off my ass in a karaoke bar. You probably know where this story is going, about 3/4 of the way thru the song I hear someone knocking on the side of the package car, it was a customer standing by the passenger door who was trying his best not to bust up laughing while asking me if I happened to have a package for him. Of course I did, and of course it was a COD, so of course I had no choice but to turn off the radio and stand there in utter humiliation and shame while he wrote out the check and snickered and snorted and fought desperately to keep from laughing out loud at my hideous, screeching attempt at singing. That was the last time I ever sang in the back of the car.