We’re a few days back from our amazing time in Hawaii and although the porch was littered with gifts from our registry from our seriously way-to-generous friends (for real guys?! You already flew to HAWAII! Stop sending things), there was one package I didn’t see. And that was a package for a three-month supply of insulin.
I’d called to re-order my supplies several weeks before we left for our wedding. But because they needed to renew my prescription from my doctor (which always cracks me up by the way. I’m gonna need the insulin today, tomorrow, next Tuesday….forever really so do we have to keep renewing this thing?), the whole thing got delayed and it didn’t get shipped out until the day before we left. Since I know they always overnight the refridgerated insulin though, and they always require a signature, I wasn’t terribly worried about it. Either it would arrive in the morning before left for the airport, or they’d return it to shipping and my insurance would have to re-send it when I returned.
Except that neither of those things happened. I called yesterday to find out where my insulin was and the woman on the phone told me it had been delivered on September 10th (the day we left) at 1:20pm. Fascinating. That meant that someone had signed for it in the middle of the day. Someone who didn’t live at our house but had seen the package being delivered and went ahead and signed for it.
Our awesome neighbors had kindly offered to collect any packages that arrived for us while we were gone, as we knew several registry parcels would be en route. So we went over there to collect our loot last night and lo and behold, there it was.
I asked if they’d signed for it…they said no, they’d just picked it up off the porch. I knew that because it was likely packed to the gills with cold packs and because it had stayed in a nice, dark corner of their living room, that the insulin inside was probably fine (although I won’t be sure until I try it – there is a chance it would have spoiled while sitting on the porch before they collected it that day. In that case, this is BIG TIME on the company’s dime!).
So, someone signed. I just don’t know who. But I’m curious enough to call my insurance back tomorrow and find out who the mystery signer was. At the very least I’d like to know who was bold enough to sign for a package at a house that wasn’t theirs, but still left it on the porch.
The mystery insulin of Portland, Oregon. More to come in this story…I hope…