Earlier this week, a strange thing happened. I was working in my office, minding my own business, when a co-worker brought me a UPS envelope. The "ship to" had only my name, and the return address was garbled. How it got to me was a mystery, but its origins were anything but. Inside were some important documents I had entrusted a co-worker to ship out but she had somehow mangled the matter. Since there isn't anything one can do about the past, I took her the envelope, told her to fix it and get it back out before the day was over, and I left it at that. She was sufficiently embarrassed that I doubt she'll make that error again.
Today when I had something that needed to go out, I decided I had better do it myself. Since we were out of labels and envelopes, I figured I'd get what I needed at the drop box, but there were none there. Next I went to the Copy Center, which is also a UPS pickup spot. There at the Copy Center was my UPS guy, Ross. He delivers to the university and to my house and while the kid at the counter started making my labels, Ross told me he had left a package on my front porch (yay!) and then he said, "I found a very strange package for you in the drop box a few days ago."
As it turns out, he was the one who got that mislabeled package back to me. He didn't know what to do with it, but he knew me by name because he delivers to my house and used to deliver to me in one of my previous campus jobs. He didn't know where I currently office, but he asked around and finally figured it out.
I was so grateful that I was on the point of asking Ross to marry me when the kid working on my labels informed me that if we were going to bill a campus department for my current package, it would be twice as much as just using an ordinary label. Unfortunately he had no labels, and Ross had none in his truck.
Ross had another solution, though. The college on whose behalf I was sending the package was across the street. "That's my next stop," he said. He gave me a room number and told me to ask for Lupita. "She has labels and supplies. I'll meet you over there."
So I found Lupita, got my labels, and was just sealing the envelope when Ross showed up. He took my package and I know it's in safe hands now.
The only issue remaining at this point is...what should I get Ross for Christmas?