Over the past few years on our cookie journey, three letters have become a very recurring, very important part of our lives. PME you assume, well yeah, those are important. But I am talking about U, P, and S.
Aside from our Amazon Prime shopping addiction, my wife receives a lot of deliveries from our friendly neighborhood UPS driver. Cookie cutters, vanilla, BRP boxes, airbrush colors. . . the list is seemingly endless. The distinctive beep of the large brown truck coming up our driveway is, to the adults in this house, the equivalent of the ice cream truck jingle. The Pied Piper has nothing on big brown. . .
Let us not forget what happens when you double up on the S. USPS, our beloved Postal Service. Now while we do get some fun treats mailed to us, typically this flow is in the other direction. My bride has 2 different locations that are her typical launching points for shipping cookies. And not surprising that she is on a first name basis with the folks in these locations, but she has picked up several repeat customers as well. To the point, when she says she has to go to the post office, I ask if its to mail something or deliver.
So through rain, and sleet and snow and high meringue powder and vanilla prices, my wife and her cookies continue on with the U, the P and the S companies. FedEX, you need to step up your game to get in the mix. . .
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