Here’s a conversation I’m glad George wasn’t home to hear:

The doorbell rings. When I open the door, our UPS guy is standing there, holding out a package for me.

My first thought is: Oh, goody! A package!

My second is: Shit, this isn’t for me.

I hand the package back to the UPS guy. “It’s not ours. It goes to the house next door.”

“Sorry about that,” UPS Guy says. “It’s just when I’m in this neighborhood, I’m normally delivering to you.”

Is this a sign that it’s time to go cold turkey on my Zappos habit?