Between pouring rain and snowmelt following the Christmas storms, western Washington State is a mess.
Seattle, at the moment, is an island. Both I-5 and I-90, the major freeways into the Puget Sound region, have been shut down, and probably will not re-open until Saturday or Sunday. Long stretches of I-5 are under floodwaters, and I-90 over the Snoqualmie Pass has been closed due to mud/rock slides and avalanches.
And somewhere out there is my poor ukulele, stranded on a UPS truck. It made it to Portland, according to UPS’s tracking information, and then–get this–it “experienced an exception.”
Your package has experienced an exception.
I shit you not–that’s the exact phrase UPS uses instead of the clearer and more concise “Your package has been delayed.”
Which makes me want to start using “experienced an exception” in everyday converstion simply because it’s so ludicrous. Maybe I’ll leave a voicemail message for my mother tomorrow: “Hi Mom, sorry I haven’t called, but I’ve been experiencing an exception.” (Which pretty much guarantees that she’ll call back and ask, “Are you on drugs again?”)
At any rate, I’m disappointed. I was so sure I would have it by yesterday (Thursday) afternoon, and thus get to spend the entire weekend annoying the cats with a constant barrage of atonal plinking noises–but alas, it is not to be. Instead, I’m going to go buy a new scanner and clean up my lightly-flooded basement, and continue work on the Yes Project, and think about how nice it will be when I move back to San Francisco (in part because it doesn’t rain all the goddamned time there).
