So, here's a little story for y'all.
Once upon a time, an amazing artisan/craftsman in Seville, Spain lovingly crafted a gorgeous 90 mm razor handle out of pure titanium. On Jaunuary 16th, he placed said razor handle into a package with my name and address on it, and put it into the mail.
The package made its way across Spain, across the wide Atlantic ocean, and into the commonwealth of Virginia. In fact, the little package made it all the way into my cul-de-sac, and was in the USPS delivery car as the driver pulled up to my mailbox yesterday afternoon. She opened up my mailbox and placed the usual letters, catalogs, and junk mail into the box. Then, she sat there in the car for a couple of minutes, not moving at all. What was she doing? My wife was curiously watching from my son's bedroom window to see what in the world was going on. Finally, she placed a piece of paper into the mailbox, closed it up, and drove on to the next house.
Imagine my wife's surprise when she went out to get the mail and found a "failed delivery" slip in there for the little package that apparently couldn't. It made it all the way from Seville to about 50 feet from my front door, but the USPS worker decided it was easier to fill out a little card that said nobody was home than it was to carry the package to my door.
Unbelievable! I'm........flabberghasted.
On the plus side, I'll have my new Titan Fine L when I get home from work tonight!
Once upon a time, an amazing artisan/craftsman in Seville, Spain lovingly crafted a gorgeous 90 mm razor handle out of pure titanium. On Jaunuary 16th, he placed said razor handle into a package with my name and address on it, and put it into the mail.
The package made its way across Spain, across the wide Atlantic ocean, and into the commonwealth of Virginia. In fact, the little package made it all the way into my cul-de-sac, and was in the USPS delivery car as the driver pulled up to my mailbox yesterday afternoon. She opened up my mailbox and placed the usual letters, catalogs, and junk mail into the box. Then, she sat there in the car for a couple of minutes, not moving at all. What was she doing? My wife was curiously watching from my son's bedroom window to see what in the world was going on. Finally, she placed a piece of paper into the mailbox, closed it up, and drove on to the next house.
Imagine my wife's surprise when she went out to get the mail and found a "failed delivery" slip in there for the little package that apparently couldn't. It made it all the way from Seville to about 50 feet from my front door, but the USPS worker decided it was easier to fill out a little card that said nobody was home than it was to carry the package to my door.
Unbelievable! I'm........flabberghasted.
On the plus side, I'll have my new Titan Fine L when I get home from work tonight!