The trusty neighborhood shipping concierge notified me that a fragile piece of freight had arrived. I unpacked in the office to inspect it before signing off on the parcel. Getting to the contents was a lengthy process similar to unveiling something from Pomme, but cobbier. The guys gathered to watch.
The critiques started about halfway through the multiple layers of bubble wrap. One guy pointed out that it’s best to wrap bubble-side in to protect the cushioning from being popped. After I mentioned that my partner had spent a couple of years in the shipping room of a natural history museum, they began to recite tales of the trickiest shipments they had packed. A hundred-pound piece of sculptural glass was their pride.
When I couldn’t get a cab to haul my new small washing machine last winter, one of the crew volunteered to truck it back to the house. Said hand truck is available to customers, but I couldn’t pry it out of the hands of the staffer, even though I assured him I’d just come from a weight room.
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