It is the season of giving, which is great, unless you’re a delivery driver. They are working ridiculous hours, under lots of pressure to get more items delivered on time, and then just when they are starting to get a handle on the stress and lack of sleep, an ice storm hits and they have yet another obstacle in their way: twenty cars piled up behind the one driver that has no idea how to drive in bad weather.
Thankfully, at least for our UPS driver, I ordered things either very early or extremely late (meaning they will arrive after Christmas and I’m cool with that), so he doesn’t have to deal with our driveway during this rush, during this ice storm.
The drivers that have had to deliver to our home over the years are very patient, cheerful people that probably head to happy hour after work and say, “Geez, I went to this house today and had to feed a calf to get to the front door. I don’t get paid enough for this.” One day, if they stick it out all the way through to retirement, they can say, “Hey, I remember this house when it was just a hole in the ground and the driveway was new and level.” They put up with a lot just to make sure I can shop from home rather than deal with people personally. These are a few of the problems the UPS and Fedex drivers and our mailman have faced on home deliveries:
So, I’m so sorry to all the people that deliver packages to our home. It’s a mess, I know, and I’d like to say one day your job will be easier, but by the time we get our s$*& together, our sons will probably have their own homes next door, and they’ll cause you even more problems. Picture leaving the driveway with a chicken that has managed to sneak in or a goat that chews a hole in your uniform. It can always get worse!
Until then, I’ll make sure you get a gift every year. Now I just need to figure out how to get our UPS driver a gift since they delegated the last delivery to Budget, and he managed to drop off the package and make a mad dash out of here before my son could grill him. So the UPS gift sits on the counter and we’ll be baking the mailman’s gift next week as a small thank you for never complaining about such awful delivery points, or at least waiting until happy hour to do it.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone, and don’t forget to show your appreciation for those who make our holidays great behind the scenes. Remember, that deliver driver you’re ripping a new one about being late, may have been trapped by an angry, runt lamb with little-sheep complex.