when the hardware store in town closed down last year, we lost our ups dropoff center. the post office has been most accommodating, and most days i just drive around to the back of the post office and unload all the packages on the dock. a lot of the boxes are very heavy and i feel bad about the mail deliverers who are stuck trying to cram a 40 pound box into a mailbox (okay, so maybe they don’t try, but there are times where it appears they have run over the box trying to squish it down to make it fit). at any rate, once in awhile i do use ups, but i have to stake him out and catch him. when i see the big brown truck coming over the bridge, i run downstairs and follow him around town. usually i catch him at the community housing a block away and throw my boxes in his truck while he’s inside. today, i saw the truck, but he was crossing the bridge leaving town. i ran downstairs and jumped in the element and raced across the bridge, and raced down the road hoping to see taillights. unfortunately, another car was ahead of me and not in any hurry this afternoon, and after a few minutes i aborted the mission and came back home, dejected that the coffee would sit here all night and day until tomorrow afternoon.
tomorrow afternoon: i will catch that ups truck.