It was a long day at work today. Seemed to drag on forever, knowing it would be until I got home to hold my most-anticipated e-cig purchase in 3 years. I checked tracking several times, noting that it had arrived in Knoxvile, progressed to "Out for Delivery", to the angel song "Delivered". I called my wife to hear the words, "Yep, I just signed."
NO! That's not what I heard! !@#$%^&"'><]!!!!!!! Are you kidding me??? It's marked "Delivered", and my wife, who has been faithfully stalking the mailbox in my proxy for 3 days, has not seen the postal carrier?? OK! Meltdown time! Did our faithful USPS mis-deliver to one of my neighbors? Did the carrier just mark it Delivered and slip a "Sorry We missed You" tag in the mailbox?
What the hell is going on??
I left the jobsite shortly after the disappointment of believing my REO is lost in the web of USPS ignorance. I got home after a slightly aggressive driving speed to find my wife with a smug look, holding a garbage bag. "You're just in time, hon!" AAARRGH! Take out the trash? Ferealz?? OK, be a good hubby. Take out the trash. Check mailbox for dreaded We Missed You slip. Nope. Nothing in there. Come back in. "Hey, your Mom asked me to give you this." Points to a piece of cloth that is obviously an apron I asked for using at my workbench. I pick it up and a glorious, shiny, unopened, Priority 2-day USPS box is underneath!!!!
I am officially a REOnaut! It is loaded with
juice, A6 atty @ 1.5ohm 30ga micro and Panasonic CGR18560CH. Oh yeah, I affixed the super-duper aluminum button cover, too.
I think I'm home, now.
