I came home from an almost two week trip to Las Vegas and Red Mountain Spa. I had so much mail, I had to get a cart to take it all up. There was a handsome man in the elevator who I have never met. He said, "wow, you get a lot of mail."
I EXPLAINED that I was a journalist and most of it was stuff I did not want.
Then I tore open a mailer bag that contained the book EROTIC ENCOUNTERS. 21 pleasureable steps.
We both laughed.
And then he looked at my mail and package bins and noticed I had been sent some wine.
Don't tell me that is another thing you don't want, he kidded
