By now I reckon most of y’all have seen the shipping memes floating around the interwebitubes - “It’s in God’s hands now” and suchlike. Welp. I’m here to tell ya, the memes are real.
About a month ago my wife ordered us a few books from a local bookstore. Amazon could’ve had ’em to us in a coupla days, but we like to buy local when we can (especially if it’s supporting something as rad as a bookstore). A week later they hadn’t shipped yet - no big deal, we’re in no rush. Two weeks later they were at our local USPS distribution center - coolness, I should have my hands on Ready Player 2 any day now! A week after that? Flint, Michigan. Um…something has gone awry here. Current status: our books - shipped from a bookstore 5, maybe 6 miles down the road from us - are somewhere outside of Pittsburgh. I’ve moved beyond irritation into bemusement. I mean…where will this adventure take us next?
In a completely coincidental bit of marital tit-for-tat, I ordered my wife a sweater from an Etsy seller in Warsaw, Poland. The sweater has shipped…but when it crossed the border into Ukraine all the tracking information switched to Cyrillic, so I couldn’t actually tell you what the status of the thing is. The game is afoot - it’s a race! Let’s see which one gets here first!
haha Good times, good times.
Merry Christmas, folks. See ya next year.