A driver who recently passed away told me this story of a woman who did not ask "What is it?"
We had late air and so we had to shuttle it out. Jerry was done delivering in Sandy Pond, but had a NDA for one of his regulars. He knew this woman and wasn't excited to re-visit. (Luckily, I was sent North to shuttle this particular day, as I was still an air driver) When he got to the residence, he stopped and went into the truck. When he came back out, the woman was waiting. Her package was in see through plastic packaging. It was obvious what it was. He handed it to the customer. This woman hasn't run for anything in years, Jerry surmised. She ran that day. All the way back in her house. Jerry had the image forever burned in his mind. I laugh to this day remembering him tell that story.