I reckon Australia Post has pulled off one of the greatest magic tricks in Australian history.
Youโll sit at home all day waiting for a parcel like some sort of emotionally neglected Labrador. You wonโt shower, you wonโt duck to the shops, youโll practically hold your bladder hostage because you know the second you leaveโฆ thatโs when theyโll show up.
Then your phone pings.
Delivery attempted.
Attempted where, babe?
Because Iโve been home. The dog didnโt bark. The doorbell didnโt ring. The cameras didnโt pick up so much as a leaf blowing past the front gate.
Yet somehow youโve โmissedโ me.
Then, to really rub salt into the wound, my parcel gets sent to a post office thatโs apparently located in another postcode and only opens for seven and a half minutes every second Tuesday.
The tracking doesnโt help either.
โOnboard for delivery.โ
Brilliant!
That could mean itโs five houses away, or doing laps of regional Victoria with a packet of Temu eyelashes, someoneโs emotional support protein powder and a pair of Crocs.
Then comes the final kick in the guts.
โSorry we missed you.โ
No you didnโt.
You avoided me.
At this point Iโm convinced those little red โSorry We Missed Youโ cards are just being launched out the driverโs window at 60km/h like Ninja Stars.