My Silver Box of Joy

About an hour ago, I was in the school computer lab, trying to churn out a comment for my history class, when I decided to check the status of the Canon camera I ordered last Monday. I'd been eagerly tracking its journey from Pennsylvania through Tennessee to Texas this past week. This is what I saw on the FedEx website:

Date/Time Activity Location Details Dec 5, 2007 12:53 PM Delivered Austin, TX Left at front door. Signature Service not requested. 7:45 AM On FedEx vehicle for delivery AUSTIN, TX (ARRGGHH!!!) 6:41 AM At local FedEx facility AUSTIN, TX 3:06 AM Departed FedEx location FORT WORTH, TX Dec 4, 2007 9:09 PM Arrived at FedEx location FORT WORTH, TX Nov 30, 2007 1:39 AM In transit MEMPHIS, TN Nov 29, 2007 10:54 AM Departed FedEx location LEWISBERRY, PA 2:19 AM Arrived at FedEx location LEWISBERRY, PA Nov 28, 2007 7:59 PM Arrived at FedEx location BETHLEHEM, PA 6:37 PM Picked up BETHLEHEM, PA 12:40 PM Package data transmitted to FedEx

So I jumped out of my seat and raced home, praying all the way that no one would steal my brand new camera. No one told me about the 'signature service'! I got to my apartment, ran up the stairs, turned the corner and... yes. A FedEx 'Padded Pak' along with a copy of the New York Times (which none of us ever ordered, but we get it anyway, which is great. But I digress). Whew.

I opened the package, opened the box, lifted the warranty card, Canon software and instruction manual, and there it was. Nestled snugly in its little styrofoam compartment, just waiting to be let out of its plastic covering and caressed by adoring human hands. The first thought I had was, "You're cute." Like a creepy guy at a bar. But there really isn't any other way to describe this: