A couple of months ago, as I was complaining to my brother after one of our weekend runs about the fact that I have to carry my iPhone when I run, he replied:
- You don't have to carry your phone.
- How else would I get my stats?
- You get a watch!
- I don't want a watch.
- Then I can't help you.
- Wait, you're supposed to argue!
- OK. Here it is: a watch is light, easy to use and it can sync to your app so you can get your precious stats. Although, quite frankly, I wouldn't boast about them if I were you.
- Fine. I still don't wanna buy one. It's a principle.
- How about we gift you one?
Last weekend, at my birthday party, I was therefore not entirely surprised when they handed me the picture of the watch I was going to get - it was still being shipped by UPS. I graciously acted surprised and asked when it arrived: "Tuesday. And you'll be able to get it too, since we're working and you're not". I keep telling everyone that a blog is work but they still doubt that.
And so today, right after my morning shower (i.e. 11:27 AM), off I went to the pick-up spot, walking rather than running: I didn't have my watch yet, and I'd just taken a shower so it would have been idiotic. I had slightly underestimated that walk, though: it took 20+ minutes to get to the pick-up spot and it was a deceptively warm day, so I was sweating by the time I got there, still ruining the efforts I'd put in my shower. I guess I'm gonna have to buy cologne.
Since I'm a lucky guy, there was a queue. When I say "queue", I mean 2 people, but it felt like a queue because the clerk took forever to process two banal orders: check the ID, type the name in the computer, make a mistake, try again, ask when the delivery is supposed to happen, check the ID again, move away from the desk towards a pile of UPS boxes, take 3 minutes to go through them even though they're labeled with the name of the recipient on the side, grab a box, double check the details again... then slowly hand it out.
By the time it got to my turn, I was on my second 2048 game (and I'm good at that game). My situation was trickier: for obvious reasons (to me), the delivery was under my girlfriend's name, which immediately threw the guy off:
- Can I get your ID?
- Here is the idea of the recipient, that's my girlfriend.
- OK. But you're not her.
- Good guess.
- Can I get your ID?
- Sure, why not.
- Do you have the tracking number?
- No, but I have this handwritten note from the UPS guy telling me to come here.
- Let me check.
- OK. It says I have it.
- We're all on the same page.
- One minute...
- Take two...
As he was going through the UPS boxes, I noticed one with my girlfriend's first name rather than her last name for some strange reason:
- Is it this one?
- Let me check... No.
- Have you checked the first name?
- Oh... That's it!
- I've done this before.
- Can I check your ID?
- You mean my girlfriend's?
He just handed me the package: I had broken the machine. And hopefully got my watch: I haven't unpacked yet. I like mystery.