Funny story of the day (happened yesterday, but whatever). I get a call, before 8am, to my voicemail. Some guy, says he has a package for my last name and address, but he needs an apartment number, call 1-800-Go-FedEx. I call them back within seconds, and get some CS rep who can't find any package for me. They get my address and call the regional office, who says none of their drivers would call with a message like that, certainly not without giving a tracking number. After 20 minutes on the phone, they finally get someone from he closest office here on the phone, who says "yeah, we need an apartment number"...which I knew. OK, they say, yeah, they'll get this out to me today. Around 3:30 in the afternoon, I can see the guy come to the door, and he drops a box, knocks, and walks away. Good thing I was home, huh? I get the package, and around the address, they've circled it and written "Apt #??"...and lo and behold, the address has the apartment listed, right fucking there. Yeah, go FedEx.
The package, though, was a nice bouquet of flowers from mazisexton and ferrelux for Dianna, which was really sweet and very cool. ;)