Laundry Delivery
Published Aug 26, 2005
It was 6 p.m., and an employee was about to leave the local coin laundry. Her boss called her over and asked if she would mind dropping off someone's laundry on her way home.
"It's for my cousin," she apologized, "who's eight months pregnant and can't get out much anymore."
She cheerfully agreed and, driving to the address, knocked at the door. Little Johnny, the brother-to-be, answered.
"Hi, there," the lady said with a big smile. "Is your mommy home?" Holding up the white bundle of clothes, she explained, "I have a delivery for her."
Little Johnny's mouth dropped, and his eyes went wide. "Mom!" he shrieked, "come quick! It's the stork!"
Originally published August 27, 2005.
