I was having a lunch with a colleague and telling her about a thorny personal situation. We were winding up on our conversation as we got onto the elevator, where there was a UPS delivery guy. He was in his uniform from head to toe: starched brown shirt, cute shorts, dark socks and UPS-issued footwear.
As my friend got off the elevator to return to her office, she said to me with great gravity, “It’s all on your shoulders now. You know what you need to do.” The doors closed.
We went up two floors and the doors opened for the UPS guy. Taking the exact same stance as my friend Mary, he turned, looked me right in the eye and said, “It’s all on your shoulders now. You know what you need to do.”
Thanks a lot, Mr. UPS. You’re a real riot.