UPS calling 

I’m a little irritated at Amy.  Yesterday Lindsay was talking to Amy on the phone and telling her that Mark has nicknamed me The Turtle because I like to stay in my box and only occasionally poke my head out.  So?  What’s the big deal? I like it in my box. It’s not a crime. But Amy told her that a good way to get me out of my box is to knock on the wall and pretend to be calling out “Hello!” to the UPS man.  Man, I hate that!  I hate that stupid word “Pavlovian.”  Most of the time I know perfectly well that it’s not really the UPS man, but somehow I can’t stop myself from imagining the smell of cardboard boxes, that brown uniform . . . . grrrrrh!  Bite him, bite him! Then I have to deal with the disappointment that there’s no UPS man and the humilation that I’ve been tricked yet again.