I received one UPS notice Wednesday 3:53pm in the entryway saying I wasn't around when they tried to deliver the packages. I did notice it this time, and signed it to the effect that, yes, they are free to leave the packages in the entryway to my apartment building.
I left it in the entryway of my apartment building.
I received one UPS notice Thursday 3:56pm on the exterior of my apartment building saying I wasn't around when they tried to deliver the packages, final notice, no more attempts will be made.
So I took the #7 bus a half-hour down to south philly, picked up my packages, and took the #7 bus back home.
My packages were: One, a DSL modem that will hopefully work when Verizon turns on my internet this coming tuesday, because apparently to ship a physical object to me takes overnight, but to flip a switch that turns on my internet takes over a week.
Two, some new shoes from Zappos. I think they are a bit too big, so I figure I'll return them and try a half-size smaller. Or maybe bail on internet shoe-buying for now because although a neat concept, it is rather high-latency.
The long busventure was aided by reading "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again". I am like, "David Foster Wallace, please describe something," and he, inasmuch as (though dead from tragic suicide) he nonetheless lives on through his work, replies "ok", and I am like "David Foster Wallace, that was just perfect, please, describe something else, for example the experience of being good at tennis while young, or perhaps the terrible beauty of midwestern tornadoes" and he obliges etc.