As I walked up to the check-out at Circuit City yesterday, one cashier said to the other, "Our new UPS guy must be retarded." Not missing the chance, I told him that I was the new UPS guy. He replied that "I wasn't wearing my brown uniform". I told him that even though my mother used to tell me that I was retarded, I'd always thought that was because she didn't like me. It created a nice akward moment that I decided we both needed to stay in. He looked at me, not quite sure if I was serious or not. As I left, I told him I'd try and do a better job from now on.