When I got home from work the other day at around 6:30PM with the kids in the car, there were two giant rectangular boxes taller than I am blocking my garage.
got out of the car and saw a note from my neighbor (who I've never
met). It said that the boxes were delivered and left in front of our garage by accident and could
I please put them in her garage because she's pregnant and can't move
First of all, I was not thrilled that I had to get out of my car in the dark and the cold with two cranky kids in the car at the end of a long workday because my garage was blocked by her package. Also, these boxes each easily weighed more than I do. And I
have musculoskeletal issues. So there was no way in hell I could move
these boxes and put them in her garage. All I could do was knock them
over (not gently), and shove them over and out of the way of my own
garage, which was in my case, a feat of superhuman effort.
I was so pissed off. I taped the following note to the package:
don’t know exactly what you wanted me to do with these boxes but they
were completely blocking my garage with both my kids cranky in the car,
and all I could do was push them aside to get into the garage. I could
not even close to physically lift them (they probably weigh twice as
much as I do) and I have back problems, so I am sorry I could not do
anything with them. I know this wasn’t your fault, but please have your
husband move them when he gets home.
Thank you very much."
I thought it was a very polite note, considering how angry I was.
maybe it wasn't her fault that the boxes were delivered to the wrong
place. But leaving two 100+ pound boxes blocking your neighbor-who-you've-never-met's garage and hoping that they'll just move them for you
seems a little rude. For all she knows, I could be ninety years old. Was there no other person who she could have
called to move them? Maintenance, perhaps? A young strapping male
passer by? That's what I would have done. I once got a lifeguard to open a jar of pickles for me. Just leaving them blocking my garage and expecting me to
move them seems like not such a neighborly move. Which wasn't even
physically possible for me.
At the very least, she could have left a note saying that she had tried to take care of the situation and that her husband would be home soon to move them.
When my husband finally got home an hour later, the woman's husband was moving the boxes. I told my husband what happened and he went out to help. Then my husband informed me that the packages weren't that heavy (I swear, they were) and I overreacted.
Me: "I couldn't move them at all aside from tipping them over."
Mr. McFizz: "I don't know what you want me to say."
Obviously, I want you to say I'm right! Sheesh, is a little blind support too much to hope for? Do all men do that?