Sigh #1. Yes, dear readers. You read that correctly. The saga did not close with the final chapter yesterday. It continues.
We arrived at the dealership at 3:00 p.m. to finalize the paperwork on the new car. We signed everything and asked, “Has the check arrived by FedExf rom the credit union?” The woman who was taking care of all of our paperwork said, “The check is coming here? I thought it was being delivered to your house? No, it hasn’t arrived.” “No,” we responded, “the bank wanted it delivered here.” “Oh, well it hasn’t come that I’m aware of,” she said. “Let me check the business office.” Well, it appears it did not arrive at either Toyota dealership. Sigh #2. “Here we go,” I thought.
DH placed a call to the credit union, with whom we have our accounts, which is located in California. He confirmed it had been overnighted via FedEx Thursday, scheduled to arrive by 3:00 p.m Friday. The California person said they would track the package and get back to us. There was nothing else for us to do but leave in the car in which we had arrived. Of course, we couldn’t go home in the new one since it was not paid for yet. Sigh #3.
On the drive home I said to the hubster, “This is a good lesson in patience and delayed-gratification.” To which he wryly replied, “Yeah.” It’s always nice when we are in agreement. Enroute, the credit union called to let us know the package had been found delayed in Pittsburgh due to “conditions beyond [FedEx’s] control.” Probably weather delays.
So today we await a call from the dealership saying the check has arrived and I can go get my new car.
All this after having gone to the foodstore in the morning, putting two 2-liter bottles of soda on the belt at the cashier’s and having them promptly fall over as the belt jerked. And what did they land on? The one dozen eggs, belonging to the customer in front of me, crushing them.