When it is a dustbin, apparently. Recently, I ordered a padded shirt through Amazon – I love these things. Everything is tracked now, which is a good thing, but only if the tracking information is accurate.
Checking my e-mails, I saw one from the courier to the effect that the package had been delivered. Thinking it might have been taken in by my neighbour, I went downstairs to look, and it wasn’t there. Rechecking my e-mail, I saw it had been left next to the shed, the one that doesn’t exist. The photograph below shows where it had really been left, stuffed next to one of the dustbins in the front garden. Why this bloke couldn’t have rung one of the bells if not mine, I don’t know, but as he appears to be both white and a native, he can hardly have mistaken the covered space where the bins are stashed for a shed.
Happily, I had better luck this afternoon when another padded shirt arrived, this one with an attached hood. When I returned from a visit to the dentist, I found the package outside my apartment door, thanks to my neighbour of nearly thirty years.
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