fenchurch | Okay, now THAT was weird

I woke up early this morning (around 6:00) and figured I'd been sleeping enough lately because of this stupid infection that I might as well get up and get some stuff done... well, one of those things ended up being ordering Mean Streets (a collection of four urban fantasy stories including one by Jim Butcher) from Amazon. The order was placed at exactly 6:41 with standard Second Day Air delivery.

At 12:57pm local time, I got a notice that my item had shipped. Nice! Ooo.. even better, it's listing a delivery date of tomorrow! I figure that a) I ordered early enough in the day that they were able to get it out in today's shipments and b) it's shipping from a local warehouse, so it's only going to take a day to get here. Yay!

At just after 2:00pm local time, the doorbell rang... followed by a knock. By the time I got to the door, I could see a guy's back as he got to his car (just a regular looking, older sedan type car) before he hopped in and drove away. And there, on my porch, was a package from Amazon. My first thought was that it must have been mis-delivered and this guy was just dropping it off at our house... and then I was trying to remember what I could have ordered last week that would be arriving today.

Even curiouser, the shipping label wasn't exactly the same as the ones Amazon usually uses... and drawn in pen was a rough map of our neighborhood with a star where our house would be. Okay, a bit different, but still not overly odd... if the package had been mis-delivered by some new delivery service and whoever had gotten it just wanted to make sure they could find our house to drop it off.

And then I opened it... and out fell Mean Streets. So that's right around seven hours from order to delivery. By some guy in a sedan.

Weird.