Jodi vs. the Jeweler Ends With Me Chasing The Fed Ex Guy

So, the ring? 

You know you have missed updates about the ring.  Oh right, you haven't, because you have read all of my up to the minute updates on twitter.

Good news, I have the ring back and it is fixed.  Bad news, we put it through our insurance after many an argument with the jeweler.  Funny, could only happen to me news, I had to run down a Fed Ex truck to get it.

I had to be home all day Friday waiting for a window company whose time frame for getting here was, get this, 8-6.  Helpful right?  The jeweler was overnighting me the completed ring to arrive Friday morning.  I told window company I would not be home from 8:30-9 because I had to take Michael to school.  And I knew, I just knew, that was when Fed Ex would arrive. 

Jeweler sent it so it needed a signature because obviously, who leaves an expensive piece of jewlery at a front door.  So, I left a very nice note explaining to Mr. Fed Ex guy that I would be home at 9:15, could he please wait or come back after that or call me on my cell phone.  And on Thursday I tweeted that I knew, just knew, that it would show up when I was taking Michael to school.

At 9:05 the phone rang:

"Ms. Jodifur?"

"Yes?"

"This is Fed Ex.  I got your note, I'm at your house now.  I can't wait for you, I have other packages."

"I'll be there in 5:00 minutes."

"I can't wait for you."  (This was not said nicely, mind you.)

"Ok, where are you going next?"

He told me he was going to the neighborhood one over from mine.  "Can I meet you?"

"Meet me?"

"Meet you?  At your next stop?"

"Fine," and he gives me the address.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes."

I get there, and get this.  He is not there.  So I call his cell phone, he is somewhere else.  He will be at this address in "4 minutes."  So it's perfectly acceptable for me to wait for him but not for him to wait for me.  Asshole.  What was he doing in those 4 minutes from my house to this house when he soooo could not wait for me?  And I just knew that was when the window company was going to show up because if I didn't have bad luck I would have no luck at all.

So 4 minutes later he shows up and practically throws the box at me.  I thank him for allowing me to meet him and he grunts.  Grunts?  What are we, cave men?

But, I have my ring.  And guess what?  It's scratched.  The ring part, not the diamonds, is scratched.  I emailed the jeweler, and his response, it's lint.

I hate that man.