Destinational precision
This evening, as I contacted a sibling to query the related mailing address, I realized how “old school” that has become. Nowadays, one might use a telephone to actually call someone, but the main method of contact is via “messaging”, as the social apps like to call it. A quick squirt of text, and the job is done. Why would I even consider putting something in an envelope and then paying the national postal authority to put things out of reach for days at a time?
Sure, we still use the idea of a street-based location; when requesting that Amazon actually bring one of their thinly disguised boxes containing goods of value. And for the record, I wish their camouflage was better; that purple swish is a giveaway to porch pirates. A new term for a vice that didn’t use to exist, in passing. That a delivery firm would leave something of value in clear view of passersby is nonsense.
Yes, I saw the ads from the competition, mentioning that one in four homes gets to lose stuff after delivery to destination. In the old days, parcels were lost in the postal maze, not from my doorstep. I have the upgrade, where my booty goes into a locked box just down the road, but in the more populated areas that seems to be an exception.
Anyhow, my need for a real address has other implications. I might actually show up on the doorstep, like an unordered parcel (I know where the place IS, but it would have had to remain a secret if anyone else wondered).
