A plea

There was a huge uproar today when the UPS truck showed up. There was barking and squealing and doorbells ringing. I wonder if UPS and FedEx guys get God complexes since it seems like people are always so incredibly excited to see them.

Anyway, The Bandit flew into my bedroom and tossed a box on my bed. Then he demanded that I open it immediately so he could see if it was for him. He ordered something from Amazon and it’s taking a really long time. I’ll get to that in a minute.

Sadly it was not what he was expecting. It was my box of RITA entry books I am required to judge this year.

Before my very eyes, the boy went through the stages of grief.

“Maybe the delivery guy is coming back. Check the box again. I hate Amazon. It’s never going to come. Call them up and tell them we’ll order two more if they hurry up and send them.” Then he cried huge, pitiful, sobbing tears. “Fine. I’m going back to my video game.”

I feel bad for the kid. The problem is the vendor, not Amazon. Even though we get most things super fast, sometimes vendors are shipping and not Amazon. Then you’re at the mercy and whim of the Gods and there’s nothing you can do about it.

I gotta try anyway.

Dear Pixnor,

Please, please, please send the Call of Duty Ghost mask my boy ordered. The Amazon site says the expected delivery date is anywhere from January 27 to February 12. We ordered the thing on December 31. Are you all waiting for the sheep to be sheared? Are you weaving this material from unicorns? Is an alien space craft bringing the shipment?

I’m just sayin’, I can’t put up with another 15 days minimum of this boy’s nervous breakdown.

Just see what you can do, huh?

Thank you from the bottom of my frazzled little heart.

Amylynn Bright, Mother of The Bandit.