unexpected delivery

 Maysie came to us with very little information; all they handed her over with just a folder of vaccine records. From our prior conversations, we had asked what food she was eating and I spent some serious time on the Google seeing if it available locally (no) or if I could get it added into our senior population dog’s auto-shipment from Chewy (also no). Finally, I found it a bag at a Walmart a ways away, but we knew we needed a more sustainable plan. 

After the first weeks of chaos, I ordered a bag of food from Chewy to see if we could slowly make the switch for Maysie and then set up the auto-ship. After a messy week where we discovered she just didn’t like her original food but loved, loved, loved this new one, I went back into the app and set up the recurring order. 

A week later, I received an email that the package had been delivered. It wasn’t on our side deck, nor on our front steps. It was downpouring and dark, but the Mr went outside to see if they left it in our driveway, but no luck. We waited overnight to see if any of our neighbors got it, but no luck there either. I contacted Chewy who sent me to the delivery site where I opened a ticket. However, it was being disputed from the start because it showed as delivered. 

I prepared myself to just buy another box and hope to better results (which says a lot about me), but decided to give it one more day for them to close my ticket and tell me there was no hope. 

A necessary tangent: I have been receiving so many spam calls on my cell. 20 a day sometimes - and, they all leave voicemails. I’ve basically stopped answering my phone if there isn’t a name attached to the number. 

As that “one more day” came to a close, I was going through my voicemails to delete them when I saw a number with my area code on it. Just for kicks, I read the transcript and it said…

“Hello, Lindsay! This is X, a professor at the (my town) university. I found your Chewy order and am trying to track you down so I can get it to you.”

I kid you not. 

I called X back and it turns out that she found the box in the parking lot of the University Library, saw my name, and used the Googles to find my phone number. She dropped the box of the next day on her way to proctor a class. 

Now, we will never know how the box ended up a mile away at the library. Did the delivery driver abandon it? Did it fall out the back of a truck? Who knows? But, my heart is happy knowing Maysie has her food, I didn’t have to pay twice for it, and there are some good-hearted people out there willing to go the extra mile, literally in this case!

Have you ever had a delivery go sideways  yet somehow end up with you?