Sloppy dark hair, tan and kind of sweaty from the warm day. No. wait. Cat. About the cat. Shedding, all over the place. Aviator glasses, the kind that went out in the eighties, and what's going on behind them Rodney has no idea.

"It's spring," he offers feebly, and the delivery guy nods behind his aviators, very slowly as though dealing with someone with brain damage (and he kind of is, Rodney realizes with distant horror).