You ever notice that? Package delivery. They ring the bell, they leave the thing right there, on the stoop! On the stoop! For anyone. Anyone could take it. It’s like they’re saying, ‘Here, here’s your new blender, sitting here for three hours, hope no one fancies a smoothie on my dime.’ What’s the point of a secure delivery if the last step is ‘abandon package to the elements and fate’? And then you get the picture, right? The proof of delivery picture. It’s usually a blurry shot of your front door, or a bush. Sometimes it’s just the package itself, like a little portrait of your new spatula, alone and vulnerable. Is that supposed to comfort me? Is that the last thing I see before it disappears? ‘Oh, there it is! Was!’ What’s the deal?
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