The morning's conversation with the guy at my apartment building's front desk.
Me: I think there's a package for me.
Him: They'll deliver it to your apartment.
Me: [Pointing at the pile of packages behind him] But, it's right there.
Him: But, they'll deliver it to you.
Me: [Walking to said pile and placing my hand on the box bearing my name]. But, it right here.
Him: But, they're willing to bring it to your apartment (Keep in mind the box weighed at most two pounds).
Me: But, I want it right now.
Him: *Pause* But, they'll bring it to your apartment.
Me: No, I'd like to take it right now.
Him: Okay, sign here.
Grrr.
Him: They'll deliver it to your apartment.
Me: [Pointing at the pile of packages behind him] But, it's right there.
Him: But, they'll deliver it to you.
Me: [Walking to said pile and placing my hand on the box bearing my name]. But, it right here.
Him: But, they're willing to bring it to your apartment (Keep in mind the box weighed at most two pounds).
Me: But, I want it right now.
Him: *Pause* But, they'll bring it to your apartment.
Me: No, I'd like to take it right now.
Him: Okay, sign here.
Grrr.
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