My new lightweight tent is now safely in my hands.
I do not think of package tracking numbers as something of mere convenience. Those little numbers are essential these days as so much material is zoomed here and there. So I had been watching my tent’s progress via the Internet since leaving Kansas City on Monday until its delivery this morning in Beaumont at 9:43 a.m.
Wait! It said delivery. I checked my abode’s office and it hadn’t been delivered there.
I walk back to my laptop to figure out where the package might have gone. I have had some personal items delivered to my office. And I have had some work items delivered to my residence.
So I called the automated phone number for UPS since I couldn’t figure how to get into their system, being that the tent’s manufacturer provided a link to track the package from UPS. Finally, I call UPS, give the computerized lady my tracking number and determined the package had been delivered exactly two blocks up the street.
For some reason, people aren’t the best about posting their street number up on their building, which you would think a business at least would do if they want to be found. But I found the place eventually and the lady said if I hadn’t come by she would have gone looking for me because I had to be somewhere close. Compounding the initial confusion was that my name was the same as her father-in-law. We all had a good laugh.
Now all I have to do is round up my other supplies and next week I can head out for the national forest where a friend of mine and I are supposed to meet up. The particular campground I am seeking is small and first-come, first-served but since it will be early in the week maybe there will be some spots open. Like a good Boy Scout that I never was, though, I am prepared with alternatives. We shall see what happens.
Now I guess I better get cracking on some things.