Boxes, Boys, And The UPS

Question: Can YOU see these numbers??

Evidently all the hard work and loving, practical effort my GilGuy invested in creating this mongo-sized house sign was to no avail. You see, the UPS guy couldn't find us yesterday ~ even though these numbers stand over five inches high, and are clearly visible from the road. Nor could he find us, even though he regularly delivers to our house. Nope.

The UPS guy made a decision. That decision, according to official UPS Tracking Records was this: Customer Moved.

Customer Moved?

CUSTOMER MOVED??

Egads! and Oh, please!!

My delightful, dutiful son had already waited a week for his package: an mp3 player he had purchased himself online. How could this delivery service deny him any longer?

Enter: SUPERMom! Saving the day was her only recourse for this dastardly UPS deed.

A phone call to UPSCentral, and with one swift executive move, the article was rendered sequestered to the UPS warehouse downtown. SUPERMom was ready and willing to wisk the young man to the operation headquarters to retrieve his much awaited device!

Upon slipping past the high chain link fence that surrounded the warehouse, maneuvering the mulitude of big brown bus-like trucks that were scurrying hither and yon across the grounds, the SUPERMom and her enterage stood under the glaring flourescent lights. The sun had already set, and night had fallen as a host of brown-uniform clad employees were pushing buttons, pushing boxes, and swiping stickers in a furiously fast paced action.

SUPERMom, Israel, and Keller stood, like a speck of insignificant dust in the midst of the flurry. The boys were keenly interested. The conveyor belt moved boxes, envelopes, and even a person(!) down a long corridor made of big brown bus-like bottoms of trucks. Employees shouted to one another above the noise. Trucks moved, coming and going. Computer operators shouted instructions above the din.

It was a veritable brown box ant farm, and we were not simply watching from outside the glass case, we were IN the glass case!

"We're not ignoring you, ma'am," said a graceful female employee, who stuck out like a sore thumb in her administrative, indoor office attire as she stuck yet another sticker on a package. "We've got to catch a plane!" With that, she shouted above the noise to catch the attention of another employee.

The wait was not long, but long enough for Israel to investigate all kinds of stickers on boxes, box shapes, and destinations on labels. ~And to successfully avoid being knocked in the head by a falling trolley!

Keller's interest was keen as well. His darting eyes and edible ears made the heart of SUPERMom flutter as the first notes of boyhood curiousity rose within him.

Quickly, and without much fanfare the package was retrieved.

A boy was happy.

And SUPERMom once again saved the day.