The anticipation has been building all day. My last bit of obsessive refreshing of the package tracking screen is over. It was ‘on the truck for delivery’ in the wee hours of the morning. However, I know that my house is the last frickin’ stop on this route. My packages arrive after 6pm all the time. Even later during busy times.
I work from home, and my office is in front, so I can hear every car and truck go down the street. And I know the UPS truck like a cat knows the can opener. Their engines make a certain sound, and the drivers accelerate and brake rapidly, just like the trash guys. Even though today was trash day, those guys came early, so there was no confusing the two.
A little after 6 I heard the familiar rumble, that short burst of brown v8 glory accelerating 75 feet from the neighbor’s house over to mine. I was up out of my chair and peering out the window to confirm that YES it was my driver, my connection to the outside material world, here to bring me a little stick of butter-sized high tech sweetness that is the Lytro camera.
But darn it if he didn’t have two parcels today. The other one bigger. I would have to wait a little bit longer… but wait, he saw me standing on the porch, taking pictures (I have to document it, yo), and brought my package over first. He even asked how to pronounce my name, and I was surprised he remembered me. One of over 170 stops on his route, that is impressive.
The wait is now over. I busted out my suddenly quaint old digital camera to take a few snaps of the unboxing. The packaging is almost Apple worthy. But more on that in a later post. Right now I am at 92% charge, and I have some revolutionary new photographic territory to discover. As soon as the dishes are done and the kids are in bed, that is.