Delivery tracking... you know what I'm going to say

Waiting for a delivery is a psychedelic experience here, as in you have to contemplate a number of simultaneous realities playing out while becoming slowly detached from your body and healing your abandonment issues.

Maybe they’ll show up, maybe they’ll ring the bell, maybe they’ll drop the parcel off at a service point within a mile of your home.

Nowadays, instead of waiting inside like a normie I patrol my block in hiking boots, ready to go anywhere to rescue my parcel, like Liam Neeson in Taken.

The chances of an ex randomly showing up at my door and admitting it was all their fault are greater than CTT or Paack delivering to my apartment on time.