what is going on at Fed Ex? seriously. what would possess a Professional Deliveryperson to leave my package with some lady named Maria who lives eight city blocks away from me? And then, as if that is not weird enough, Maria calls me to say she’s got my package. (In truth, I have no idea what her name is. Her slurring/accented speech plus my phone answering machine’s hum have made her message nearly incomphrensible. And I just hope my phone number was on the package, because otherwise it is an additional mystery how she got my number.) AND THEN it turns out (when I call Fed Ex to be like all wtf) that the Professional Deliveryperson actually made a note on his manifest that he was leaving the package with some stranger, who barely lives in my area code. like what is going on here?
Oh no. That’s terrible.
I dunno about FedEx, but my UPS guy has this thing all worked out where he throws it over the fence into the backyard. Surprisingly, it’s quite effective. Leaving things on the porch is apparently prohibited in my neighborhood, though it was customary in the ‘burbs.
It is not so terrible (I am getting a replacement shipment, just in case they don’t get ahold of Maria), just odd.
Our UPS guy has his shit together, as far as package delivery, but he giggles like a madman each time he comes to the door.
Yesterday, the Giggler brought my a “Super Radical Care Package” from one of my former students. I can’t tell you how awesome that was. I forgot how nice care packages are.