Like an anxious, well, mom, I was stalking my fledgling flock of boxes from the minute they left the post office.
The inaugural batch of boxes departs from Encino. One of us (me) was very excited.
Delivered! Delivered! Delivered! Delivered! Stuck in Scarborough Maine.Delivered! Delivered! Delivered! Stuck in Scarborough Maine.
Delivered! Delivered! Stuck in Scarborough Maine.
Note the 15 hours they SAY the package was in Maine. But if it actually departed at5:27 pm on 9/16 (which I doubt) , WHERE DID IT GO for the next 32 hours? You can drive from Scarborough to Boston in 2 hours. I Googled it.
The best laid plans, people.
On the plus side, all four boxes that were waylaid in Maine eventually escaped. The box that took a detour to Lexington Kentucky also belatedly arrived in New York. I was both mortified and grateful that the recipients were kind enough to pretend not to mind getting stale cookies.
Well, they didn't mind much.
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