He asked, "Do you have 41 cents?"
I was sort of in a daze; I had been catnapping while Weiss was humming to himself.
"The postage wasn't correct on this card." (It was a singing Elmo Valentine's card my parents sent to Weiss. Mom typically gets the postage right; they have a computerized postal scale at work and a postage machine.)
"Yeah, let me go out to my car." (Spare change in the console)
Anyway, I've never had the postman ask me for change when the mail gets through. Mom had put a 59 cent postage note on the card, but he still needed 41 cents EXACTLY. Anyway, I just found this funny.
When I went out to the car, the postman waited, while Weiss opened the front door and came out on the porch. We went back in the house, and sat down, trying to get him to nap AGAIN.
He begins to doze off, when the doorbell rings AGAIN.
It's the UPS man. Weiss bolts awake.
So much for the nap. I just gave up.