As if I need more stress in my life

And so the ring saga continues:

It was overnighted with UPS on Thursday. Since they don't deliver on Sat, it was supposed to get here today between 9am-7pm. I was at home all day. As soon as it got dark, I turned on the porch light and opened all the blinds so that the driver would be sure to see that someone was home. The only time I moved from the main room (where I can see out the windows) was to go to the bathroom and to cook dinner.

Laura stopped over around 5:30 to bring me some cookies (I couldn't go get them because I was, you know, waiting for the UPS truck). When she came in, she said, "oh! you must have gotten your ring back; i just saw the UPS truck leave the neighborhood."

So I checked online and sure enough theydelivered it to a female resident. I flipped out and called them. They said they'd call me back in an hour.

Since I knew that it was delivered in my neighborhood, I put on my flip flops and sweatshirt, grabbed my flashlight, and as I was hyperventilating and sobbing, toured the neighborhood looking for my box.

At 608, a stoner answered the door. It took a good 30 seconds for him to understand what I meant by "package" then he said, "oh! that! was that for you?" He walked upstairs, grabbed it off the step, and handed it to me.

2 hrs later UPS called to tell me that they called the driver at home and they couldn't get a hold of him. But when they did get a hold of him, they would debrief him and they would tell him that if he leaves a package at a neighbor, he has to leave me a note. Helpful. I don't live at 608. In fact, I live at 609. Jerks.

1 near heart attack and mental breakdown later.
Ring is back on finger.