Man I tried.. They said driver would not be back until 7:15. They close @ 7PM. lol. I told them to hold it and I'll just pick up there tomorrow.
I hate when this happens. At least it's in town and not stuck in a shipping fiasco like some.
Missed my UPS guy and he didn't leave them. Called in and I'm going to try and pick them up from the UPS office this evening. The one time this dude comes before 6PM.
if ur packages arrived at the warehouse, go call the UPS, and ask them if you can pick it up by urself now
u'll always ended up dissapointed if u want to wait them to deliver it
trust me, just pick it up urself, then mine immediately
I got mine today, heard him from the basement with his squeaky ass brakes. Ran upstairs to see him "tossing" them up to the front of his brown van, and then deliver them to me.
He got my signature, verified the address, I asked him if he needed any ID and he said "no, whats your last name".. Satisfied with my answer he said "Have a nice day." I told him you too and went inside.
Then what happened?
I know, I'm gripped, the anticipation is killing me.
After going inside, I realized these were heavier then I wished to carry at that point in my life. So I set both boxes down, rubbing my back gently, as I can get some aches from time to time.
Staring thoughtlessly at my new miners, still wrapped in their plain brown boxes I remembered 3 things.
First, I really did not like the new waitress at the restaurant down the street, she was quite ugly.
Second, I was thirsty and wanted a beer.
Finally, I really had better get these things down stairs, before my wife arrived home.
I'm okay if this becomes a thing. Please continue.
Taking a long drag from my cigarette, I wondered if the ugly waitress holding a beer would change my opinion of her? You see I hadn't actually introduced myself, I worried she was the type that was desperate for attention from men. I quickly dismissed the idea as I put each miner under my arms and carried them into the basement.
I quickly descended the stairs, feeling the warmth on my face increase with every step along the way. I noticed I had left the netflix on, an episode of Family Guy was staring back at me. You know the episode where James Woods invites everyone to his mansion and then gets killed?
I can't recall what exactly happened next, either it was the smoke from my cigarette that got into my eye or just the damn cat brushing my leg. But, the next thing I knew, both arms were releasing the miners as I braced myself for a fall. I hated that cat. I knew my dog would never trip me, especially not with my beloved miners in my arms.