What did you do this weekend?

This sat. I was expecting an overnight package from LA that cost 63$. We left a note for the mailperson to knock loud or call me. I thought that would work. We set the alarms for 10. they should be there around 11 we heard. We go downstairs at 10:30 and there is a blasted pinkslip.
"Package avail. for pickup on Tues. Sept. 2nd."
We needed that afternoon.
Not good enough.
Called the number on the back.
Sob story deadline didn't work.
Unless we knew the mailguys route.
"Can you give us his route?" Hell no.
OK. Are you sure? ok. Really? Bye.

I work in mail on a daily so I went for some more numbers. I found the local team where our package would finally reside.
I think her name was Yvonne.
I know the time was 11:11 because I kissed Jamie bond on the cheek for good luck.
Yvonne came through. She gave us Larry's route. Within minutes we are on our bikes. Jamie Bond finds the truck and will stake it out on a hinch, while I triangulate his possible whereabouts. I was told the 1300 block of Hampshire, right close to us. I thought it was on 13th and Hampshire so I took of at high speed, full of coffee. As I get to twentieth from twnty-fourth I see that the address is like 824 already. Oh! The street outside the house we were on was the 1300 block! Duh. I go back and see a lady fixing her motorcycle.
"Have you seen the mailman? Huhhuuu.. Larry?"
Yeah like 45 seconds ago. Down that way.
"Larry!!!!! Do you have our package?"
Nope. No not at all. Not if it was bigger than a shoebox. A bigger truck whom he doesn't know.
Yvonne doesn't know who it was either.
"I guess if you go outside and look for a bog mailtruck, you might find him. Otherwise we can leave him a note for 5pm when he get back and he might be able to get you the package then. We needed the package before 2pm to take to the Slow Food Festival. Our ticket money was in that bag too! Alright, I can't sit around and face defeat. I jam on my bike and search for my package cosmically. A mile down the road I turn around. This is silly.
Then as I am crossing a street, I see a bigger mail truck down the block, heading the same direction. I follow one block and cut right. There the truck is parking and going in to the other post office where our package was not going. The light was red and there was traffic pouring across Van Ness. I see the man knock on the side door and wait. then someone comes. I dart in front of a truck and he stops.
I catch the door just before it closes and yell, "Excuse me, excuse me, huuu huuu, I am huuu looking for a mailman. huuu huu."
It turns out that his guys was the man who left the note!!!!!!
I have to call Jamie because she has the slip and it's in her name. He is nice enough to wait 4 minutes. It was timed. We got the package!!
Off on the bus adventure to Fort Mason to pass out 2012 flyers and watch Ozolmaltli and Gnarles Barkley. On our eay home we talked about grilling.
I get a call from a friend who is grilling two minutes later and we jam over there. Bacon cheddar burgers on a french roll with a hot tub session afterwards.
What a great night!