"Did you get the brush?"
That's what my sister asked me during a super-duper-quick phone call at 2:10 this afternoon. I called her to ask about her friend whose family member died.
FYI, I know this friend of hers, but not personally. We're friends online, and I knew some of his family members and friends from the islands too. I was his cousin's classmate.
Now back to my topic about the brush, she told me that it was delivered yesterday afternoon and sent me proof of it.
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So, I dropped the call and asked Jay if he took it.
In the family, I am the only one that doesn't buy on the internet. I do the opposite—I sell online and have been doing it from late 1999 to today.
I called Jay and said that there was a package he got but it wasn't yesterday. It was the day before, and it was my magnesium cream.
Oh no!
Packages getting stolen is probably one of my nightmares. As an online seller, I always send a little prayer with the packages I mail to my customer and that they would be delivered safe and intact.
We had a tornado warning yesterday afternoon, and aside from the strong damaging wind gusts of over 50 mph, it also rained. We haven't had any reported stolen packages in our neighborhood, so I thought it maybe just the wind.
I looked for the package, checking the right side of the house, at our neighbor Jamie's house. It wasn't there.
It couldn't be in our mailbox because the delivery man already took a photo of it being delivered at our front door.
For my last resort, I check the other side of the house. It wasn't there too.
As I walked back to the front door, my mind urged me to check under the bushes, but my eyes insisted that it was just dried leaves. However, when I looked closer, I saw black letters.
OMG!
It spelled Amazon.
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