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Well I have finally figured out who gives the dirtiest looks in the world when they're annoyed with you - raptors. If you've never gotten a dirty look from a raptor you can't even begin to imagine it. Old Lace is pissed off at me because I told her no about going for a late night walk by herself. She's had enough adventures this month outside of our apartment.

The school is getting ready for that magical time of year again, or at least it always was the most magical time of the year for me growing up, the school book fair. I always saved my allowance as soon as it was announced every year so I could blow it all at once on one huge book spree... I'd probably still do the same now if our bookshelves weren't already overflowing, if I was going to be perfectly honest.

We were expecting the books we ordered for the sale to come today, and it was getting close to the end of the school day without any packages being brought to the library. We checked with the office, and there weren't any packages brought there by mistake. I figured it was just delayed and went on the website with our tracking number for it to say it had been delivered at noon today.

No, no it hadn't been.

I clicked on the link to talk to their AI, because fed ex apparently is too cheap to hire an actual representative to handle the chat. Maybe I should have called, I'm not sure, but I wanted to be able to do this without leaving the library if possible, in case it turned up. So I explained the problem, gave it the tracking number, and it told me that the package had been delivered and to please check where our mail is normally delivered. I said that was the problem, it had not been delivered.

And the computer's answer? "I'm about to show you an answer I have already given you. Would you like to see it? Yes No."

I am pretty sure I was just told by a robot to go fuck myself. I mean, is there any other way of taking that?

We FINALLY found the packages as the teachers were getting ready to take the kids to line up for their buses. The driver had decided that the back door, out in the open and far away from the library or even the office, was the perfect place to leave all the packages. No security at all, no one signing for them, out in the open for anyone to take. And I'm pretty sure given the amount? They were supposed to be signed for. They just didn't want to take them all the way inside. Not their problem, apparently.