So I knew my kickass scooter was arriving today, and I also knew that the lazy Fed Ex guy would try to get out of doing his job. The delivery was signature required, of course, so I was ready when he called this morning -
"Is this Tyler Durden?"
'Yep'
"This is fed ex, I've got a delivery for you and need your signature."
'Great! I'll buzz you in. I'm on the top floor...'
"No, you'll need to come down and sign."
'I thought this might happen, so I called fed ex. The manager let me know that you guys need to be able to take all packages up to 75 pounds to my front door. My package weighs 69 pounds.'
"Only to the front door of your building, my insurance doesn't cover flights of stairs!"
'Actually, I specifically asked about that. I let the manager know that I have a bad back, and he told me that the front door means the front door of my apartment. He also said if the delivery guy gave me any trouble that I should call back and let him know...'
"Let me call my supervisor and see what's up."
'Sounds good, you do that...'
5 minutes later I hear huffing and puffing coming up my stairs. I quickly inspect the package, and sign while this dude glared at me. Too bad the attitude was so shitty, I had a $10 bill ready to tip if he was cool...