Are you kidding me, FedEx?

I woke up this morning with one goal in mind: be here when the FedEx guy came. They'd attempted to deliver a package yesterday (the shipment from our wine club, which [obviously] requires an in-person, adult signature), and since I knew they'd only attempt to deliver two more times before I'd have to drive to Groveport to pick it up, I determined I was not leaving the house today until I'd signed for that package.

As an added surprise bonus, today is apparently the day our condo association scheduled our roof to be replaced. So I was awakened at the crack of 9 to overhead banging. Constant. Overhead. Banging. Sweet, well at least I'm awake, right? It sounds like the house is going to collapse around me at any moment, but I'm up, I'm home, and I'm not going anywhere. (You hear me, FedEx guy? I'm home!!)

About a half an hour ago, Craig called me from work, and we were chatting about his morning so far. I was telling him about the roofers, and joked that I hoped the FedEx person was smart enough to ring the doorbell when he/she came, since all I can hear is what sounds like constant knocking.

As we were chatting, I peeked out the front door and saw...are you kidding me?? Is that a door tag from FedEx? One of those polite-but-not-so-polite "we attempted to deliver your package, and we're only going to try one more time, you bastards, so you'd better be home next time" door tags? The time on the tag: 10:21. I checked my watch: 10:26.

Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.

I made a phone call, utilized my polite-but-not-so-polite tone and a little "I understand your once-per-day delivery attempt policy, but I swear your driver can't be more than a couple miles from my house right now" logic, and somehow I managed to convince them to come back.

So I have our wine, but I'm still a little irritated and in more than a little disbelief that the guy came, knocked, and left my house while all around him there were roofers hammering and throwing shingles around.

Really? Really, FedEx?

So the moral of the story is....

If you're a FedEx customer in a similar situation: Put a note on the door. Something like, "I'm home, jackass--maybe try ringing the doorbell." (or something more polite if you're a nicer person than I am)

And if you're a FedEx driver: Ring the doorbell. It's not rocket science.