The adage "better late than never" doesn't provide much comfort, but it is true enough this morning. Late last night I received a text notification that my lost Priority Mail package was on the move again. After languishing in Chicago for over six days, it arrived at the Kansas City, Kansas Distribution Center. Hours later, it was at the Kansas City, Missouri Distribution Center. And then this morning it at last arrived at the Pittsburg, Kansas Post Office, the destination for which it set out on January 15th. If you're counting, that's 23 days for it to be delivered by USPS Priority Mail, the 2-3 day delivery service. In probably the last tracking update, it was "Delivered to agent" at the post office, which I assume means a mail room employee from the university I sent it to now has the package and will later today hand it to the individual named on the shipping label. What a long and convoluted journey this poor package has been through. But just when I'd given up all hope, it belatedly arrives. I suppose there's a life lesson there somewhere. Besides, I mean, the obvious one that "The USPS is a poor, faint version of its former self."
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