Going postal has taken on a brand new meaning to me today…
The valentine my mom sent was set to arrive yesterday. Yes, its a little late but after my only valentine being pity flowers from my roommates who both got flowers from boys, I could use whatever chocolate it contains. I come home 10 minutes after the UPS man (Ralph, I later find out) has tried to deliver my package. So, I make the call to hold the package at the store - I will walk the mile to pick it up. “Its here, come get it.” When I arrive, it is in fact, not there. It is apparently still in Ralph’s car. Can I call Ralph and find out where he is? “You can call this number and they will find out for you.” The lady at ‘this number’ takes my number and promises to call me right back. 10 minutes later I call her back. I get a lecture for calling her back and she promises to call as soon as she hears from Ralph. 45 minutes later, I call back anyway. I demand to know where Ralph is. “Oh, he was on Bleecker St. but he’s probably not there anymore.” Ugggh, and why didn’t you call me back like you promised!! “You were supposed to call us. I can find out where he is now and call you back.” 10 minutes later I learn my package is at the UPS store. Today… I walk to the store with boots that keep falling and leggings that keep hiking up to expose a little section of skin, which is very sexy let me tell you. When I arrive I learn that, in spite of my call to hold the package at the store, the driver has my package. So, I get to walk home and wait for him. Then, a blizzard starts during walk home. Stay tuned to find out the next exciting chapter….
