I am an unabashed bibliophile. Nothing makes me happier than books. I have a lot of books; I just got an app for my iPhone that will allow me to scan bar codes (or manually enter details) to create an inventory database of my books. I will let you know the total number when I finish entering them all. It will likely be sometime in 2024.
In my small city, we don’t have an independent bookstore for new books. We do have a couple of delightful shops for pre-loved volumes, but for new releases, I have to rely on the chain stores or online. And since my taste in reading runs an eclectic gamut — especially in terms of nonfiction — Amazon and I are frequent acquaintances.
The delivery service Amazon uses most often for Prime customers in my city is not my favourite, I’m afraid. I can’t check the tracking directly from my Amazon order page, and once I do copy and paste the tracking number into the box in their website, I can’t bookmark the page. So every time I want to check it, it takes three screens and too many mouse clicks. That’s irritating.
Then there is the tracking information itself. The updates are hit-or-miss. Sometimes they incorrectly fill in the origin city, using my city as the location all the way along. So I have no idea where my beloved new book actually is. (And — I’m sure you’ll understand — I need to know!)
Here I sit, staring at my screen. Expected Delivery: Today. Why is there no “Out for Delivery?” Why is the last update yesterday afternoon at 4:10 PM, in another city? Why — this morning — did they update the expected delivery date two days ahead of when Amazon said it would be here, yet not update its location or status? Why do they toy with me this way?!
I need more tea. And I need my new book.
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