Delivery Blues Part 2
After searching for the lost package on Thursday afternoon, we got a call on Friday morning at seven thirty. Most people know not to call us that early, so the call startled us. It was the FedEx delivery man that had mixed up the addresses. He told my husband that he had delivered the package to the apartment complex next to ours, accidentally. He said he would try to retrieve it later that day. Excited to know where the package was, my husband jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and went to get his package.
He was gone longer than I expected him to be gone. I drifted in and out of sleep, thinking he would come back at anytime. Finally, he walked through the bedroom door with a box in his hand. He was beaming.
He said it took so long because when he found the right apartment, he looked around outside first, to see if there was a package lying around. Then he knocked on the door. He said that he made sure that he was holding his wallet in his hand. He thought that holding his wallet and fidgeting would make him look less menacing. I don’t know what gave him that idea. He waited, but there was no answer. He knocked again. Still there was no answer, but he could hear noises inside and could smell toast. He knocked six times and waited patiently after each knock. Finally, an older woman answered the door. According to my husband, she had a strange accent. As soon as he mentioned a package, she knew what he was talking about and gave it to him. He asked her where she was from, and she said she was Polish. She probably just wanted him to go away, so she could eat her toast.
He got his harmonica. It was exactly what he always wanted all of his life. He spent the day showing everyone, he talked about how easily he could take his new harmonica apart to clean it. He gave me a little test. He played all three of his harmonicas to me while my back was turned, to have me pick the one I liked best. Of course, I picked the wrong one. I think he was disappointed.
Now there is harmonica happiness in our home. As soon as his new harmonica book arrives there will be double the harmonica happiness.
