The recycled nylon delivery saga is over. FINALLY! When the delivery guy arrived I let him know he had one of 2 choices:
1) He could deliver the 2 gigantic cartons of fabric directly to my apartment, but that would entail taking an elevator, walking through a courtyard, and climbing up a huge flight of stairs,
or
2) He could deliver one of the cartons to my storage closet, which was close to the freight elevator, and deliver the other carton to the FedEx-Kinkos, a block-and-a-half away. No stairs.
I could tell that with the 88 degree weather, the stair option was not his top choice. I also noticed he didn’t have a handtruck, and I noted that dragging the cartons up the stairs by himself would be really painful. Then I casually mentioned that I’d pay him $20 tip to do option #2. It wasn’t a hard sell after that.
After I paid the delivery guy 20 clams, he dragged the carton down the sidewalk, and after a we walked about a block, the box split open! Crap! I then had to run to FedEx to ask them for a handtruck, and the sales guy not only gave me the handtruck, he came outside to help me get the carton! The 2 men helped me get the box to the FedEx location, and the delivery guy even stuck around a little bit just to make sure everything would be ok. The FedEx guys weighed my huge-ass box on one of their desk scales (141 pounds!) and then helped me tape up the ripped part of the box. Here’s a picture of my FedEx heroes:
"I knew I should have taken the morning shift"
After they were done mummifying the box with packing tape, I asked them if this was the largest box they’d seen. And the answer was yes. Thank you to the FedEx guys on 5th and Jackson!
I’m heading to LA tomorrow, so I’ll be back to blogging on Monday. Adios!