…a delivery person. Seriously, if you’re horribly bored and have no life, order something for yourself that has to be delivered. The trick is not to just get it delivered by regular mail or UPS or Fed Ex. No, we’re talking about one of those store delivery trucks; the ones that say, “We will be there sometime between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m.” Because you know they lie.
By having someone specify a delivery time, you can have hours of fun. Every time you hear a truck rumble outside, run to the window to see if it’s your truck. This is especially fun if you live across the street from a school where there are constantly trucks bringing assorted items all day long.
If that’s not enough to keep you hopping,there are the eating and bathroom questions. Will they come just as you walk into the bathroom? What if they ring the bell but run off and leave before you get to the door. That would mean you have to rearrange for a second delivery date and do it all over again.
Will it be okay to eat something? Can you eat quickly enough or will they interrupt you? Which is better - to have something cold that will get warm or something hot that will get cold while you direct the delivery men?
The final question is how long do you give them before you call saying, “Uh, someone was supposed to be here X hours ago.” Do you start bugging them after half an hour? Is there some sort of protocol for this sort of thing?
Oh, I have to run. I think I hear something outside…
January 28th, 2008 at 7:59 pm Quote
Ya know, I was going to leave a witty comment enquiring as to if this delivery person would be delivering Elvis. But there seems to be no previous post and/or comment mentioning Elvis. Did I dream a post that never was? Is this all part of being turned into a MonkPodPerson? I’m calling 48 Hours Mystery now, while I still can. Then I’m calling Katy to come save me, cause she’s got nothing going right now.
January 28th, 2008 at 8:12 pm Quote
The Elvis mention was in the comments for the Cold Outside post. It has to do with the Odd Thomas books. But if I were you, I’d still watch out because - well just how well do you really know me? (Where’s that twilight zone music when ya need it??)
January 28th, 2008 at 11:37 pm Quote
I can so relate. Oh, how I HATE waiting for people. Running a dog sitting service at home means that people are always coming by either dropping off or picking up their dog(s). I always set appointment times with them and most are really good about it (including you & Frank) -but there is the occasional person that pays no attention to the “appointment” time that we agreed upon. I have phoned people an hour and a half after they were supposed to show up only to find them home saying something stupid like “oh, yeah, I was gonna come by later and pick up Fido.” grrrr.
I recently had one guy show up 2 hours late. Next time he came with the dog I confirmed the 10am time with him the day before. I overslept that morning (hubby always gets up very early and walks all the dogs and then comes back to bed). I woke up at 9:30 -jumped out of bed, threw on yesterday’s clothes, went to the bathroom and while I was brushing my teeth at 9:40 I hear him knocking on the door. I’m sorry, but in my opinion 20 minutes early is just as bad as being an hour late, especially when you’re the first appointment in the morning. Monk, you know me and I try to always be nice and sweet to people but this particular morning I opened the door to him, looked him square in the face and said “I think you need a new watch!”
January 29th, 2008 at 11:56 am Quote
Hi Monkling- it’s compliment instead of comment day and I want you to know just how glad I am that I ran across your blog. Your posts are always funny, and in the midst of all the sadness you’ve been dealing with you still are able to make me smile with every post. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it! I’m so glad I added you to my reader, I’m always happy to see a post from you! Your optimism truly is contagious.