I'm waiting for a friend.
And no, it's not a lady.
On this day, I'm waiting for the UPS guy.
We have a great working relationship. I order stuff online and he delivers it to my door.
Unless it's something I have to sign for. Then, if I'm not home, he leaves me a note saying he will try to deliver it a few more times, after which I'm out of luck.
This is the one part of our relationship that needs work. I think he needs to be more flexible, maybe try delivering at a different time of the day, like, say, after I get home from work.
Sometimes when I end up not getting a package because I was not around to sign for it, we have a bit of a tiff.
This is when I say, "Why don't you people deliver at night and on weekends when everyone is home?" He never has a good comeback for that.
When I am not waiting on my UPS friend, I am waiting on my Fed-Ex friend. I also have a mailman friend, but I hardly ever wait on him anymore.
Sure, the mailman delivers packages, but rarely are mailman packages as exciting as UPS and Fed-Ex packages.
I used to have a serious thing for the mailman back when I was a freelance writer. I would peek out the window and pace until he showed up with my latest batch of rejection letters and the occasional, make that very occasional, check.
But people change. And when it got to the point where all we had in common was bills and junk mail, I had to move on.
There is something about the delayed gratification and the anticipation of waiting for an item you have ordered online to arrive that has an almost Christmas morning feel to it.
Of course, there are disappointments, too.
Like when you see the Fed-Ex or UPS truck coming down the street but then it goes right past your house.
Or when one of the distinctive trucks stops in front of your house but delivers a package next door.
Of course, the worst-case scenario is when the driver rings you doorbell with a package in hand and asks if he can leave it there for your neighbor.
That's like getting coal in your stocking.Copyright © 2015, CT Now