I have been expecting a letter delivered, with a signature required. No big deal, right? I mean, I work where I live.
Evidently this is a big deal, and I also have the worst timing ever!
Monday, the day the letter was supposed to arrive, I booked it out to feed, and returned to a post it note saying they had missed me. GAH! *headdesk* Ok, no problem, I'll just wait around on Tuesday, until they show up.
Tuesday morning (today)... 8am...9am...10am.... I can't wait longer! Run out, throw feed, fill water, decide Jae can finish the hay while I go back to wait... and there drives the UPS guy. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I must be cursed. Called the UPS office, thinking, ok, I'll just see if I can get an idea of when they will come tomorrow. No biggie. The woman on the other end of the phone says, "well, it looks like they should be out sometime between 11am and 8pm." Yep, thanks. That really narrows it down!
I asked about leaving a contact number. Could I have a note for the driver to honk? Nope. They don't do that. BUT, if I miss them tomorrow, I can call to pick it up.... an hour away! Murphy's Law.
Lucky for me, I have to be in Denton tomorrow anyway, so if that happens, it will all work out. Jae says I'm the luckiest person he knows. (He also asked when I'll win the lotto.... but I have to remember to start playing first.)
Although, there's nothing as classy as I was this morning. Running across the pasture, in flip flops, screaming and waving at the driver, trying to make it before he drove away, with about 3 fences between me and him. I spooked at least 4 horses in my efforts! The flailing screaming and waving had them running away as fast as possible... it was like parting the pony sea! Shockingly, no one showed up with a white jacket that buckles in the back. I guess I'm not certifiably crazy.....yet.