Last week, I went on a mini-online shopping spree and ordered a few things from a store that typically ships through the post office.
I did that on purpose, because one of the annoying things about apartment living (or at least my apartment) is trying to get packages shipped by other means. My building has a locked front door. I have to be home when a package comes or else the delivery person leaves a notice saying another attempt will be made.
I did that on purpose, because one of the annoying things about apartment living (or at least my apartment) is trying to get packages shipped by other means. My building has a locked front door. I have to be home when a package comes or else the delivery person leaves a notice saying another attempt will be made.
Since I typically work 9-6, I mostly miss packages. I've often wished they'd just try to buzz other neighbors, since I know everyone in my building and wouldn't mind if they picked it up. But that could get sticky, I realize. And there's really nowhere else for the package to be left -- no back porch, no door to stick it inside. My newspaper is stolen from the sidewalk every morning, so there's really no way to leave a package anywhere.
So, when I get something through UPS, it typically means a trip to the delivery center north of Emigsville. They have limited afternoon hours, so I often miss my chance there, too.
Today, however, I'm working the rare night shift to cover the mayor's budget hearing. As I was gathering my keys to leave around 1 p.m., I heard the buzzer. It was the UPS man! I was actually home at the right time to receive a package! No trips to Emigsville!
Sometimes, it's the small things that make me happy.
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