Last week I sent my room-size rug out to be cleaned, and this morning the company returned it. I had to get up early to accept delivery during the 8:00 - 10:00 window they gave me, and I wasn't about to get dressed at that hour. (Actually, I sleep and live in the nude, but I did throw on a pair of sweat pants). The workmen arrived at 9:30, and I greeted them in my bare chest and bare feet. There was a time not too long ago that would have been unthinkable, but I'm much more confident nowadays. I ushered them in, and they helped me move some furniture and lay out my newly clean rug.
Of the two of them, one was more reserved and went about his business with nary any eye contact. The other was more affable - he smiled, introduced himself, shook my hand, and made pleasant conversation. I might be imagining things, but I suspect he enjoyed seeing me shirtless, or at least it put him more at ease. I tipped them generously and sent them on their way, enjoying a minor sense of accomplishment. For a former shirtless-phobe like me, it felt great letting strangers see my naked torso, even if it was only in my own home.
I've had item deliveries before and it's pretty much the same; one seems more "to the point" and not very talkative, but the other will usually be more affable. You're probably right that he may have enjoyed seeing you shirtless (and he probably was wishing he was shirtless himself). :-)
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