The tracker would be me.
On Tuesday night, eleven pm, I got an email saying that the bookmarks I ordered had been delivered to "an individual" at ten am. Nope. Not this individual.
My first reaction was a surprising amount of rage. It's probably good it was too late at night to do anything.
I did discover that the UPS online chat is a robot that will only answer questions of their choice. I learned that sometimes UPS hands packages off to USPS for the final delivery. I learned that neither UPS or USPS recognized the tracking number they gave me.
And then, the post office closed yesterday for Bush's day of mourning.
Today, I went in search of my bookmarks. I walked to the P.O. That gives me a walk of a perfect length (about 2 miles) for a busy day. I showed them the proof of delivery. They were a bit mystified, too, but were able to get in their system and determine via GPS coordinates (which means they did find the package even with the "wrong" tracking number) where it had been delivered.
The answer is... 107 S Harrison St, Ludington.
"The Arts Center," I exclaimed.
Well, yes, I had previously had one package from this company delivered there, but I was pretty sure I'd changed the delivery address to my own when I placed this order.
Anyway... a quick drive to Ludington, and now I have nice bookmarks to start handing out on Saturday.
I'll be at the Civic Center in Holland for their big Arts and Crafts Show on Saturday. Stop in if you live nearby! I'll give you a bookmark, and you'll appreciate how hard I worked to acquire them.
In other news: I wrote two chapters again today. Need to keep this up until I finish, although I'm pretty sure NO chapters will happen on Saturday.
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