I swear to God that the UPS delivery guys wait outside of your house for you to leave so they can slap that damn 'missed delivery' sign on your door. I think, no, I am convinced, that half the time they don't put your package on the truck just so they can have a lax day 'delivering' the little post-it note things. I guess I would too if that's how everyone else rolled. So I'm up at 9 am and have a whole bunch of stuff to get done for our upcoming shoot. I'm working on the third wall of the set, but I gotta get this package. I sit here all day like a dope waitin' on this guy. Blair calls and says he's got tickets to the Mets game. "If this guy gets here that sounds like fun." I say.
The UPS delivery hours are 9am to 7pm. It's 6:45.
Blair calls, "They're not coming dude."
"Ok, I gotta eat 'cuz I Haven't yet today on account of I'm waitin' on dude to show up."
I hang up the phone and wait by the window until 7:20. Yeah, I still believe they're coming. "Fuck it. Blair was right." I put on my shoes and walk down to Mariachi for some chicken and cactus tacos. 30 minutes later I'm headed back down my block towards my house. Nothing out of the ordinary, wait, ahh, what the fuck? What do I see? Goddamn yellow and white slip on the door. This fuckin' guy had to be waiting on the corner for his chance. He seized it.
UPS 1
Paul 0
We'll see what happens Thursday.