Delivery Men.....

This morning we had to have a washing machine delivered to our house. At first we were fine, and acted like we had sane minds. We mopped the floor, dusted behind the old washing machine, and cleared a path through the house to make it easier for the delivery men to move around (aren't we considerate? lol). While we were cleaning, the phone rang and I answered it. It was a mobile phone number...so I assumed it was the delivery men. I was right. He asked a question, to which I responded, "Yes ma'am" (totally by accident). There was a long pause on the other end of the line. I quickly handed the phone to my mom, and rolled in the floor laughing. (Which only confirmed my sister's fear that I had lost my mind.) I couldn't help it. I could just picture this burly delivery man being called "ma'am", and that long, agonizing pause that followed. LOL I'm sure that took away some of his manhood. :-)
Anyway, so Mama informs us they are on the way. That news is met by a frantic last minute struggle to get cleaned up. The watchman on the front porch hollers into the house ..."THEY'RE HERE!!!!" My younger sister hurries outside to restrain our monstrous dogs, while all hell breaks loose inside the house (not literally, but it felt that way. ) It's kind of funny how the younger kids act more mature than the older...*ahem* adult siblings. lol The two youngest kids sit quietly in the living room waiting for the men to bring in the washing machine. Meanwhile us older kids stay at the window with our faces hidden behind some fixture, watching the men lug the washing machine down the path. Isn't it classic how delivery men are all the same? Usually one is short and chunky and the other is tall and lanky (just an observation). Back to the unfolding scene.... We can't stay out in the open for long though.....There is something about having delivery men come into your house that sends us into a panick. The delivery men get closer and closer to our porch. We make a mad dash for our rooms...screaming and running into each other as we go. For the next half hour we stayed closed up in our room....waiting. I took this time to relax and listen to my favorite cd. As long as we were out of sight...I was fine. My sister kept her eyeball against the crack in the door...trying to cath a glimpse of the delivery men. She had strict orders from me not to open the door...on pain of death. She did pretty well at this job, besides the times she had to swing it open every now and then to snatch an unsuspecting sibling into our room to hide with us.
Soon we start to get restless....
How long does it take to install a washing machine??!!
Finally our little brother comes to the room to give us the okay. They are gone! We scramble out of the room to watch the truck disappear down the road. We look at each other....grin... and get back to normal life.
I can't help but wondering.....are we the only people who hide from delivery men?