For those of you who haven’t been following me forever (you can get cliffnotes about me here), I am a work-at-home mom.
I literally am home all day long, 97% of my day spent in front of one of three large windows that faces our street. The street that delivery men have to drive down to reach any of the houses on our street.
Now, I can see the front doors of nearly everybody’s house on our street. Being home all day, from my perch in the big windows, I’m basically neighborhood watch. Occasionally my neighbors will ask me to watch out for their packages, which I am happy to do.
But lately, there’s been a whole mess of posts on Facebook and on Twitter about UPS, FedEx and DHL not attempting to deliver, but leaving the “attempted delivery” notes.
I thought maybe that wouldn’t happen in my neighborhood, because we know our regular UPS and FedEx drivers (hi Bob and Chris!).
But when the substitute drivers come along…..anything can happen.
One day a few weeks ago, the neighbors across the street were waiting for a package, as was the neighbor next door AND me. SO I was on high alert for anyone driving a loud truck.
RUMBLE RUMBLE – nope, that noise was from was the linen delivery guy for the restaurant down the way.
RUMBLE RUMBLE – nope, garbage truck.
RUMBLE RUMBLE – next door neighbor’s daughter’s diesel pickup truck.
I get up to go get a glass of water (in full view of the front window) and open the front door to the paper sticky “attempted delivery” note fluttering on my front door. It was 12:15pm, the time written on the sticky note was 1:15pm.
Apparently my delivery man is from the future.
I look across the street and there’s one stuck to their door as well. What happened?
The next morning, I drag my laptop out onto the porch (there’s a built in desk out there) and set up shop so I can stare this delivery guy in the face when he “attempts delivery”.
Of course, I have to answer the phone inside the house and use the restroom (for a total of 6 minutes), and apparently this is when he “attempts delivery”. Again, with the hour ahead on the time stamp.
WHAT IS HAPPENING.
I call the delivery place to ask what the freaking deal is. I explain I was sitting on the front porch, waiting for the guy and the lady on the phone tries really hard not to giggle. She asked how long I was out there waiting and when I told her I just took my computer outside, she just lost it laughing.
DAY THREE OF THE (FINAL) ATTEMPTED DELIVERY – I leave the front door open, and I don’t drink any excess fluids and I’m waiting for the guy to try and stick a sticker on my door. COME AT ME, DELIVERY BRO.
I hear the delivery truck. I go to stand on the porch. The delivery truck drives by, but parks at the end of the street.
Curious, I stay on the porch.
Delivery guy hops out of his truck (EMPTY HANDED) and starts to walk towards my house. Seeing me standing on my porch, he turns on his heel and walks back to his truck.
I run after him, yelling “EXCUSE ME!” and he pops his head out of the door of the truck.
Turns out, he has been parking at the end of the street and walking up and down the street NOT DELIVERING PACKAGES. Also, NONE OF THE PACKAGES I was waiting for required a signature.
Needless to say, he no longer delivers on our street. What the heck?
Does this seem to be an epidemic problem in your neighborhood as well?
This post was written as a part of the NaBloPoMo, a daily blogging journey I am committing to in November 2017.