When I called the customer service, they assured me they sent the package out at the correct time, and according to their records, it was delivered within the proper time. I remember there was a time when you went to a store to buy something, look for it and then take it up to the counter, pay the cashier and then walk out the door with it. I wanted to give something but certainly not money. In listening to one of her sermons, I was afraid she would start taking up a collection. I knew what she was saying was right, but I wasn't in the mood to hear a sermon. There certainly is a reason why this package is late.” “There’s always a reason,” she explained, “for everything. I didn't know what she meant by "due time." Did she mean, "dew time?" Or did she mean, "do time?" As it was, I was “doing time,” and not too happy with it. Looking at me, trying to encourage me, I think, she said, "All in due time." And then she smiled in my direction.
She knew I was, so I just looked at her, smiled, nodded my head, and went to my office area. “Are you still worrying about that package?” And then I let it spill, "When will that package arrive?" I didn't know somebody in the house was listening. Walking into the house, all I did was say grrrrrrrrrrrrr. I stomped back into the house, grumbling under my breath, careful not to vocalize what is chopping in my head. I have mail from everybody and everything but not the mail that I really want. Then the mailman shows up, I jump up, run out the door, get to the mailbox, and much to my disappointment, the package is not in the mail. I stand at the window, watching for the mailman, and he never comes on a regular schedule. In the last few days, I've been getting a little jumpy, more than normal. As I say, it goes out faster than it comes in. It took several weeks for the bank to get that $1700 back into my account. If only my mail arrived as quickly as my money disappears, I would be a happy camper. Evidently, they had applied for a card on my account, got it, and used it. Where does it go? Not too long ago, somebody withdrew $1700 from my account. I think it strange that money goes out of my account much faster than anything in this world.
They had my money, but I didn't have their package. The interesting thing was that I checked my bank account and saw the day I ordered that package, the money came out of my account immediately. In my diary that night, I made a little note, "Do not respond to the wife verbally until you have had seven days to think it through."Īt my age, within three days, I have totally forgotten what I was going to say. When I mentioned I didn't have any patients, my wife looked at me and said, "Well, you silly boy, get some and get some today because I'm running out of patience." There are times when I should not verbalize what I'm thinking. I once responded to her, "I'm not a doctor, and I don't have any patients." The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is always encouraging me to be patient. Of course, they didn't mention what days they would come, nor did they say those days would be consecutive.Įach day that mail hasn’t come has made me more jittery. They promised it would arrive between seven and ten days. I've been going to the mailbox every day for several weeks, and I find a lot of junk mail, but I don't find the mail that I'm looking for. With all our technology today, you would think that mail could come in on a particular schedule, and I'm thinking of a fast-paced schedule. I don’t know why they call it snail mail because I have seen snails crawl faster. For several weeks, or has it been years, I’ve been waiting for an important package to come through the mail.
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