My landlord may think I’m a hoarder.
I mean, if I had a tenant who was having a package delivered to the front door every other day, I’d probably think the same thing.
As has been well documented here, I am presently without reliable transport of my own. And with the conditions underfoot being unpredictable at best, walking home from the store carrying anything bigger than a box of cereal can be an exercise in tightrope walking.
And conditions aside, Augusta – for all its charms – isn’t exactly Park Avenue when it comes to shopping. Even once I’ve got a car my options for clothing, electronics and other luxuries may be somewhat limited.
Which is why I’ve been bombarding the front stoop of my house with packages. See, I might not be able to get to the stores, but the stores can get to me. Just ask FedEx, who delivered four enormous cartons full of bed parts on Christmas Eve right after an ice storm.
But it’s not even just exotic items arriving in my mailbox (except for the care package of Tim Tams my sister sent me). In the last week I’ve signed up for the Dollar Shave Club – which sends me a razor handle and four multi-blade cartridges a month for $6, an absolute steal – and Five Four Clothing, which is going to ship $120 worth of its own label menswear to me 12 times a year for $60 a month. For a guy who can’t be bothered shopping, and can’t really get to the stores anyway, this seems like a stellar way to gradually refresh my wardrobe.
Okay, who am I kidding? It’s because I only have to go to my front door to pick it up. I wish I could do that with groceries too.
That gives me an idea. Hey, Google…