I’ve never been terribly good at waiting. I’m particularly
no good at waiting for a delivery. Once I’ve committed to the misguided
shopping spree brought on by promises and poor judgement, I just want the thing
to arrive before the thrill wears off and regret sets in.
You may or may not remember my debacle with the steam mops,
but that is actually a fairly accurate portrayal of my general dealings with
the non-bricks-and-mortar retail world. And yet, I persist.
After several years of up and down, in and out, optimism and
straw-clutching, Emergency Contact and I were recently given the go-ahead by a
local NGO, and now we’re waiting on another delivery.
Of a baby boy. Ahuh... a boiby. Doesn’t that drop a couple
of steam mops down the list of ‘things I’m looking forward to the delivery of’.
