I pride myself in bein a very patient person. When everyone melts down waitin in line at the store or in traffic I just keep grinnin, knowin that it can't last forever. However, my patience was pushed, pulled, twisted and shattered yesterday.
I was waitin on Fed Ex.
Last week Cindy and I placed an order with Bass Pro shops. A tent for the bed of the truck, an air mattress that fills up the bed of the truck and is shaped around the wheel wheels, and two predator decoys.
I never git packages. Heck, it is even rare for me to git any real mail, so I became very excited when I learned that you can track the status of deliveries online. I kept checkin the updates on where in America my new toys were. Started in Springfield Mo, then over to somewhere in Kansas, then to Ft. Worth. At 8:42 Saturday morning I received the final update: Loaded on Fed Ex truck for delivery!
I worked for a few short hours that morning, came home mowed the yard, and ran to the pharmacy for my wife. On the way back home I saw a Fed Ex truck just two blocks from home! That had to be him! I floored it to beat him home. And waited, and waited and waited.
About 2:00 pm A man came to the front door holdin a clipboard, Cindy hollered out "He's here!" And I ran to the door all grins.
I think it made that door to door salesman's day to be greeted with enthusiasm. No package, no I didn't want what he was sellin, just wanted my stuff Fed Ex was holdin hostage.
After another long drawn hour of nail bitin anticipation Fed Ex arrived. It was here!! I met the Africanized American lady drive in the front yard. She threw the packages at me and walked back to her truck without so much as a hello, good bye or drop dead.
I had my toys!! But waitin on it still sucks.
