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Chasing the UPS Guy

Oh, the things we do for our children.

Especially children who play sports.

Especially children who play sports and need certain equipment by 5pm, when the game starts.

It all started when the Powers-That-Be decided to pass some official rule mandating the type of shin guard to play in high school games.  The equipment has to be specially-marked with some kind of official-looking tag.

My children have played soccer for years, and we have a boatload of equipment dispersed throughout our home.  However, we had to special-order these shin guards.  Must have the best for Soccer Chick, you know.  Rockin’ Rooster could care less which brand he has…just as long as he makes it to field with two in his bag (a decidedly not easy task given his forgetfulness).

We must have delayed ordering, however, because we had to get them shipped via 2-Day Air.  Fortunately, we had purchased enough items from the company to make the item free.  We paid a pretty penny for the expedited shipping.  We didn’t care.

As we left the house for school on Tuesday, Soccer Chick asked if her shin guards would arrive in time for her game, which was being played at 5pm that evening.  Now, I know the schedule of my UPS Guy.  He has delivered many bundles of yarn and blankets to my home…but not until late in the day…6 or 7pm.

I called UPS headquarters and explained my dilemma:

“Hello, this is AuburnChick.  I like to make my life difficult, so I didn’t order Soccer Chick’s equipment in time.  Please, pray you, can you help me find the truck that is carrying my precious purchase?”

The gentleman chuckled.  Apparently, I’m not the first person to have ever called with this kind of request.

He called the local facility which, in turn, called me and gave me the location of the driver.  It sure is nice to live in a small place.  There was one truck out making runs.  Easy enough to find.

I called Mr. AuburnChick.  He happened to be in the area (remember, it’s a small place…we’re all in the general area).  However, he couldn’t find the truck!

I made another call to the facility.  As we were talking, I received a text from the Mr.:  “Got it,” he said.

He had rescued our goods and saved the Guy a stop.  Everyone was happy.  Especially Soccer Chick.

Just be warned, though…if you ever spy a car chasing down a UPS truck, it will probably be me…in hot pursuit of yarn…now that I know it can be intercepted enroute!