I order a lot of things from Amazon. There are certain times of the year (Christmas, birthdays, and whenever I've come up with a new project--writing or otherwise) that it's not unusual for a new package to come several times a week.
Wow, that just makes me sound like a crazy shopaholic, which I'm really not. I swear.
Anyway, I've been spoiled since we moved to the desert, and I've got a nice understanding with the UPS delivery guy. He always rings my doorbell and places my package in my hands, or if it's heavy brings it into the house and places it out of the way. If I'm not home, he'll leave the package at the backdoor of my house so it's not visible from the road.
Recently, however, this stopped happening.
My UPS guy had disappeared, and in his place were a handful of unexceptional delivery guys who'd drop the package on the doorstep (and if they even bothered to ring the bell, ran away like the hounds of Hell were on their heels). Sometimes, the packages weren't even making it all the way to the door, but would be left half way down the walkway, as if by stepping closer than one hundred feet they would be guaranteed an early demise. I'm really not that scary. At least not usually, and rarely to the UPS guys.
This change was undeniably annoying to me.
Plus, I was a little concerned for my friendly guy in brown. Each time there was a new guy, I wondered if maybe my guy in brown had retired. It wasn't like he was a young guy. I'd venture to guess he is anywhere between 60-70 years old. Though, I admit I'm horrible with correctly telling age.
It made me sad to think about.
When you live in the middle of nothing, and you're not exactly the social butterfly, seeing the same delivery person is like seeing an old friend.
Don't knock familiarity.
Especially with the sanctity of Amazon packages. They're like the Holy Grail, Excalibur, and the lost city of Atlantis all wrapped up in a wonderful brown box. ( I really love Amazon. Do you think there's a twelve step program for that?)
Then the other day, I was pleasantly surprised when the doorbell rang, and there he was. Huge Amazon box in hand. It turns out he was on vacation, and the other guys being only temporary, were uncomfortable getting too close because around here they've been getting attacked. (By dogs, not just the lonely ladies who normally attack them because of those brown shorts--and the Amazon packages they carry.)
Aside from the disgust with people purposely setting their dogs loose to attack the UPS and USPS workers (Where is the world heading, I ask). All is once again right with my little slice of the world.
What are your experiences with UPS, USPS, FedEx, etc?
I have the worst luck with UPS most of the time. About half the time they don't knock on the door. FedEx is slightly better, but I'm just going to have to chalk it up to living in apartment complex.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness your original UPS guy has returned. Amazon packages are indeed the Holy Grail. :D
I miss the FedEx guy who delivered to my job. He still does, I just don't work there anymore. He told me to have my stuff delivered to work so he could deliver it for me, to make sure I got it. Every other delivery guy will get out and put a sticker on my door without bothering to knock. I'm almost always home, too.
ReplyDeleteHaving a good UPS guy is like winning the lottery, I swear.
That was a good FedEx guy for you to have. I will be sad when I move and have to break in a new UPS guy.
ReplyDeleteB.R., I'm currently going through withdrawals from Amazon. I haven't had a reason recently to order anything. I think it's time to come up with something. :)
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