Even now, as a grown up with online tracking and knowledge of orders placed, I get excited when the UPS truck jerks to a stop in front of our house. Is he coming here? I wonder, and when he jogs up my sidewalk, I clap my hands and run to the door.
Except for today.
Today, the UPS man brought this:
It is a pump for my still broken dish washer. I don't know what the hell to do with it.
And I don't want to learn.
I'm mad at that doggone UPS man.