He’ll Be Nursing That Wound For A While

I have recently given birth to my daughter and am currently feeding her when someone knocks on my door. I’m not expecting anyone over other than a package being delivered, so I don’t get up to answer the door. They knock again and I ignore them again, thinking if it’s someone I know, they’ll call or text me. They knock a third time.

Me: “Who is it?”

Man: “Delivery!”

Me: “Please leave it at the door.”

The man bangs even louder on the door.

Man: “I have a delivery!”

Me: “Do you need a signature? I’m not available right now.”

Man: “DELIVERY!”

Annoyed, I get up and answer the door, completely topless, with my daughter nursing.  

Me: “I’M NOT AVAILABLE!”

Cue eyes like saucers. He set the package down and quickly left, mumbling an apology.