We're not doing much for Christmas this year. No collectibles for Hick that will need their own themed shed. The Pony will be getting a few items for his "new" house when he moves in. But I DID order each of them a pair of shoes. Hick also has a birthday this month.
Last I checked, Hick's package (and The Pony's too--they SHARE a package!) was in Wisconsin, and expected here on Monday. But SUNDAY, I got an email around noon saying that Hick's package had been delivered. Huh. I hadn't heard the dogs going crazy.
I went out on the front porch to look. No package. Not on the porch, not on the yellow metal chair down by Hick's brick sidewalk, not on the dumpster under the carport. Wait. What was that in the back of the Gator? It looked like a box.
I put on my CROCS and went out the back door. Nothing on Juno's dog house, where our old UPS lady used to set the packages, give a quick knock, toss dog biscuits to the mutts, and leave. She was fantastic! Nothing on the side porch. I went down the steps and walked to the Gator parked under the carport. It WAS a box, but it was an old box. With some assorted junk from Hick.
The dogs were going nuts, thinking I was out there to give treats, or take a walk in the driveway, or drag the dumpster out to the road. Nope. I wandered back to where Hick put up a mailbox on a post, thinking those idiots would deliver packages to it. Silly Hick. UPS and FedEx only put packages in REAL mailboxes where they're not supposed to! Not in decoy mailboxes meant for them! Nothing there, of course, because that mailbox was way too small for Hick's package.
I turned to look along the back of the garage. HICK'S PACKAGE!
It was sitting up against my garage door. That is just pure idiocy! A normal person entering the garage from the people door, hitting the button to lift the garage door, could never see this package. It's not like T-Hoe has a backup camera. That box was so close that I don't know if a backup camera would see it. Had I not acted on my hunch, and patrolled the grounds looking for Hick's package, I would have backed T-Hoe right over it! SMASHING Hick's package!
My guess is that the FedEx driver pulled that delivery van up to the garage doors, and tossed it out, not bothering to disembark. Good thing it wasn't raining, or Hick's package would have been soaked!
I don't like the way the FedEx guy handled Hick's package. A woman would have taken much more care with it.
Let the record show that The Pony slit open Hick's package with a kitchen knife in the house. Hick and he both took out their respective packages to show me. I was afraid The Pony's package was too large, and Hick's was too small. But both tried them out, and they were fine. Merry Christmas birthday!
Hick chose Sketchers, white leather with blue trim. And The Pony got black leather New Balance with non-skid soles, suitable for delivering mail.