* Ordered myself a couple of new lenses from
B&H as a Christmas present from me to me
* Paid extra for 2 day shipping so I could be sure they get here in time for celebrations and party stuff
* Supposed to be delivered yesterday... Wife and grandbrats stay here all day for signing purposes.
* No delivery all day... Finally decided to give it up at 7PM and go grab a quick bite to eat. You guessed it, the Brown Clown came at 7:05 and left tag on the door.
* Called Brown Box store at 8:15± PM and left instructions that I would pick up the package personally at the Distribution Center... even verified that with a REAL LIVE PERSON....
TWICE.
* This morning arrives and I jump in the truck and head over to the Brown Box Distribution Center. Wait Wait Wait in line until I hear loud voices coming from the back room noting "THE G**D*** SYSTEM IS DOWN AGAIN". If you've never encountered the phrase or ever hear the word "system", this is NOT a good sign if you are in line and picking up a package.
* Nice cheery lady comes out, gets my pick up notice and disappears for a while... Comes back and says they can't find my package and it might accidently be back on the truck for delivery today... BUT... if I want to wait until 12 noon and call ANOTHER department, they can tell me whether my package is on the delivery truck again or if it's still there at the facility and I can ask that it be transferred over to the pick up counter so that I can pick it up in person which are the instructions that I left on their damn computer and with two LIVE PEOPLE last night!

"Oh, and... ( anytime you hear an "and" after an "Oh", it does not bode well...) says she with the smiley face, "they're a bit busy so you may have to call back multiple times to get them to answer..." This is NOT looking good at this point...
* Try to drive back out of Brown Box facility to come back home and encounter a full NASCAR contingent of Brown Clown drivers whipping those trucks around like it's a demolition derby to get to the exit. Finally say heck with it and pull out into long fast stream of brown box trucks figuring at the least, they'll run over me, my wife can sue them for wrongful death and driving like maniacs, they'll pay her some large sum of money, and she can live happily ever after without the photo nut making her wait here and there while he gets just one more picture of some whatzit.

No accident but lots of truck horns which are quickly negated by sticking my arm out the window and giving them the universal sign for... well, you know what it's for so I need'nt explain again.
* So... here I sit at 11:04AM... not happy at ALL and wondering if finding and holding a Brown Box Driver hostage would actually get my package to me any quicker...
GRRRRRRRRR!