
The standard complaint Rakath has every year, due to working for UPS. Dear everyone with houses 'artistically' numbered. Please think REALLY HARD about how important the artistic numbering is versus not ticking off those delivering packages to you. If your number is one of those black plates with gold lettering settled under your porchlight so the entire thing is engulfed in shadow after the sun sets, YOU. HAVE. DONE. IT. WRONG.
Be amazed it took me this long to make note of it.
Less standard. I was somewhat clumsy today, it is rare but it happens. I tripped over a small wall I couldn't see and scrapped up my right shin. Not badly, it didn't even hurt. It was just bleeding a lot, really uncomfortable, and VERY VERY COLD GIVEN THE OUTDOORS AND AT NIGHT THING. So, my Driver totally understood when I said "Let's go do the last pick-ups and I'll go home from there (as the last pick-ups are where I walk home). So he agreed, we set up what I would do there and he told me to call home if I was getting a ride. I did. The conversation went like this.
Mom: "Hello."
Me: "Can I get a ride home from Staples (last pick-up) today?
Mom: "Why?"
Me: "Well I'm kinda bleeding right now."
Mom: "Can't you take the bus?"
Now, to point out, it's about 40 minutes of walking home, an HOUR of bus home, and a half hour round trip in the car. While it is cold and I'm bleeding, NO, NO I CANNOT TAKE THE BUS HOME! The fact that my mom's reaction, any and every time, I injure myself and request a ride home is to ask me to take the bus which will take God knows how much longer, be very uncomfortable, and oh yeah I don't think the bus driver would appreciate my bleeding. Not to mention most of the bus stops are standing only with no cover from the wind and cold and OH YEAH I'M BLEEDING. I really must wonder why.
And it gets better, I wait out there for about 20-30 minutes. I figure it is taking my mom some time to get dressed, maybe eat something to help her blood sugar, important stuff. No, that isn't it, SHE WAS WATCHING A MOVIE!
Now then, on a much better and nicer thought, I have decided that small children are neat when you work for UPS. They give you respect, and at least admire that you bring them stuff. Even if said stuff is for their parents. Earlier, before the bleeding and 'can you take the bus' and such, I walked up to a house and as I got halfway down the walk up I heard a small happy tween voice "I HAVE A PACKAGE!" from behind me and behind some trees. A little girl, probably 11 or so, came bounding down on me, in the sweetest and innocent... est(?) voice said "Hi." I handed her the box, she beamed, laughed to her friends (who followed shortly from out of my view, less enthused to run off as she was) and thanked me. The two other girls said hi to me, both her age, and I went on with my deliveries.
When I got to another street, the same two girls (I guess on their way home) passed by me again, and said hi to me again. Which is a wonderful change of pace from all those adults who when you knock on their door go "WHAT DO YOU WANT" in the surliest and most annoyed tones, then quickly back peddle from that when they realize I am bringing them stuff.
It is also nice I don't scare kids, I like this idea of not being tall and scary to kids and they say hi to me nicely.