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Friday morning. Check the tracking on the Shiv. Yay!. Out for delivery.
Mid afternoon, my wife is watching the UPS truck in real time (she's good like that). Hey, UPS is on the street. Me, cool. Wait, they left the block, did you get anything?
Me, nope. Aren't you worried? Me, babe, I've been waiting 17 months (Two Weeks!), I can wait a bit longer.
Check the tracking at 6pm. Hi, your package was delivered at 3:47pm. ??? Checks porch. (Our address number is quite visible). WTF?!?!? No! Here is your delivery confirmation photo. Umm, that's not my porch? Where TF is that??? Doesnt look like any front steps in our neighborhood!
(panic rising)
Wife studies photo. That was taken from INSIDE the truck. See the steel treads? And the dead grass treelawn? And there's the sidewalk. (if you've been married almost 45 years, you know that wives are smart)
Panic Rising.
She calls UPS. Can't get to a human. !!! Me, I'm going to walk the block, check every front porch! She, I'll drive you while I call again. OK.
She, knock on that door, I think the truck might have stopped there. OK. I can see the guy inside, ignoring me knocking. ??? Knock more, step back and smile. OK, there he is. Him, sorry, no package. !!!
PANIC RISING
Her, ok, got through to a dispatcher, he agrees that is not a valid delivery confirmation photo, will try to contact driver, or wait until the truck returns to depot. Shit, shit, shit.
Me, OK, I'll keep walking the block, checking every house. Continue stalking the block. It's getting dark.
30 houses later. Get to next door neighbor's house. Also very visible address.
Find long box tucked behind porch pillar.
HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!
Go home. Drink bourbon. She calls UPS. They, sorry about that, we'll talk to driver. <grrrr>
Me, crap, I still need to make dinner. Drink bourbon
Dinner in oven. Open box.
Much joy. Dinner was pretty good. Shiv is damn good.
All is well. Fall asleep in easy chair.
End.
Mid afternoon, my wife is watching the UPS truck in real time (she's good like that). Hey, UPS is on the street. Me, cool. Wait, they left the block, did you get anything?
Me, nope. Aren't you worried? Me, babe, I've been waiting 17 months (Two Weeks!), I can wait a bit longer.
Check the tracking at 6pm. Hi, your package was delivered at 3:47pm. ??? Checks porch. (Our address number is quite visible). WTF?!?!? No! Here is your delivery confirmation photo. Umm, that's not my porch? Where TF is that??? Doesnt look like any front steps in our neighborhood!
(panic rising)
Wife studies photo. That was taken from INSIDE the truck. See the steel treads? And the dead grass treelawn? And there's the sidewalk. (if you've been married almost 45 years, you know that wives are smart)
Panic Rising.
She calls UPS. Can't get to a human. !!! Me, I'm going to walk the block, check every front porch! She, I'll drive you while I call again. OK.
She, knock on that door, I think the truck might have stopped there. OK. I can see the guy inside, ignoring me knocking. ??? Knock more, step back and smile. OK, there he is. Him, sorry, no package. !!!
PANIC RISING
Her, ok, got through to a dispatcher, he agrees that is not a valid delivery confirmation photo, will try to contact driver, or wait until the truck returns to depot. Shit, shit, shit.
Me, OK, I'll keep walking the block, checking every house. Continue stalking the block. It's getting dark.
30 houses later. Get to next door neighbor's house. Also very visible address.
Find long box tucked behind porch pillar.
HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!
Go home. Drink bourbon. She calls UPS. They, sorry about that, we'll talk to driver. <grrrr>
Me, crap, I still need to make dinner. Drink bourbon
Dinner in oven. Open box.
Much joy. Dinner was pretty good. Shiv is damn good.
All is well. Fall asleep in easy chair.
End.