I ordered a dress for myself as a little quarantine treat about two weeks ago. It was supposed to arrive last Thursday. That date changed to Monday. And now it has been pushed back to sometime today. By another carrier.
Where are you now that I need you? Your absence has not gone unnoticed. I waited diligently for your arrival, you have tested my patience. How much more must the sands of time flow as I wonder about your whereabouts?
In the melodramatic words of The Fray, "Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?" I'm pretty sure that song is a plea to god to show himself to his faithful believer-- but god's not real, and my dress is. So where is it? Tracking offers me little comfort. Expected delivery by end of day?
We shall see about that, WON'T WE.