Some items have very strange shipping histories. Imagine if you will something that ships from Harrison, New Jersey (30 minutes away) to Des Moines, Iowa, and then stays there 3 days before shipping back to New Jersey. It spent the day in Jersey City and then to Newark, which is right next to Harrison. USPS says it’s en route to its destination (me) all last night and now it says “LOL, JK, it sat in the Newark office all night and is now for real for real en route to its destination as of 10 AM.” Yeah, it doesn’t take six hours to get to Newark, even in the worst traffic I’ve ever seen. Why even stop off at Jersey City when Newark is the biggest airport in the state. Why even go to Iowa in the first place? I could have walked to Harrison and back by now in the time this thing has been traveling halfway around creation.
I’m not even mad, I just want to know why?
Actually, yes, I’m mad. It’s not the most fragile thing in the world but each new detour introduces more opportunities for the thing to break. I don’t want to get a package full of pieces.