Waiting

I’m staked out in the living room. I might be here all day.

I’ve checked the 22 blawgs I’m subscribed to and now there’s nothing but me and Live In Session.

Why? Am I sick of Minneapolis already? Am I determined to annoy the fraternity with my TV-hogging? Did I break my leg? Develop a sun allergy?

No, no, no, and no – I am waiting for UPS.

All day. Whatever it takes.

You see, UPS and I have some history…

A shelf I ordered from Target.com never arrived…erm well, it never arrived as far as I’m concerned. UPS supposedly left my shelf “at side door” but there was nothing at either side door OR the front door of the house.

Why would they leave it at the side door anyway?

UPS either delivered to our neighbors again (Campus Crusade for Christ), or UPS actually left the package at a side door and it was stolen by our other, less Christ-like neighbors.

Whatever. It was a generic shelf. Not a huge deal.

But today I’m expecting my big honking boxes of books and clothes to arrive from Miami.

If UPS loses my books I’ll be horrified. So here I sit.

Although I’m getting hungry, and I’d feel like a complete dork ordering in when there are dozens of restaurants in the neighborhood.

Watch…UPS will arrive the second I turn the corner. Hmf. To be continued.

Update: Made a Qdoba run and ran into a UPS guy on the way. Not my UPS guy of course. The driver said he had no idea when my driver delivers. Hm. I also checked the side doors… no packages yet. The stake out continues.

Update #2 : Snuck out to the convenience store. On my way back I ran into my UPS driver. She told me 30 minutes. Yippie.