So it's like 20* outside and the UPS guy needs me to sign for some wine he's delivering. Ok, great. Except I am not stepping foot outside! He won't hand me the stupid signing machine. It is like glued to his hand. WTF. I'm not going to steal your dumb little computer. Ugh! Maybe it was my lack of a bra, ratty hair, pj's at 3pm or my pickle breath. Still!