A neighbor and friend of mine- who for the purposes of this post will be called Mrs. Ed- is a horse breeder, trainer and competitive rider. She loves horses and is incredibly knowledgable and enthusiastic about what she does. She told me the other day that her brood mare was in heat and that she had to “order an overnight from the stallion” to whom she was breeding the mare. Since the stallion of her choice was in another state they had to get “the goods” shipped quickly in order to inseminate the mare.
Late the next day she walked up our driveway. After neighborly chatting about weather and kids I asked how things were going with her mare. She said the Fedex guy had been there early that morning with her overnight shipment from the stallion’s owner. She had been watching the clock anxiously because she needed to coordinate the shipment’s arrival with her veterinarian.
She was so relieved when Mr. Fedex pulled into her driveway that she ran out and greeted him by saying,