A strange thing happened today. The FedEx truck stopped in my driveway.
Of course, that’s not strange. This time of year, between the endless string of UPS, FedEx, and Amazon trucks, my driveway presents an expert-level test in trucksmanship. True entertainment from behind the window of my home office.
What was strange, however, was the other car that followed it into my driveway and parked behind it. That piqued my attention. The driver got out, waited for the FedEx person to step out, and then approached her. For the next minute or so, he calmly but earnestly waved his hands and flapped his jaws about something that irked him. At least, that’s what it looked like through the silence provided by my window and a good 100 feet of distance.
Then he nodded, returned to his car, and took off down the road.
I met the FedEx driver at my front door (a wine delivery).
“You OK?”
“Oh sure. He thought he was right and he just needed to be heard. Sign here, please.”
And she was off to finish yet another long day of Christmas present deliveries.
“Just needed to be heard.”
Whether out of a feeling of rightness, superiority, or a sense of justice, some people just need to be heard.
Recognizing it is next-level.
