All Hands on Deck

When the pizza delivery man dropped off our food last night, the first thing I noticed was that his right arm ended just below the elbow. He was still pretty agile though, quickly loading me down with a liter of soda, a paper bag, the pizza box, and a credit card receipt that needed to be signed. As I juggled the items and struggled to scrawl my signature across the receipt, I came thisclose to saying, "Ha ha, I need more hands!" Thankfully I caught myself in time.

And then my boyfriend's voice floated in from the living room.

"Hey babe, do you need a hand?"

So close.