An Instant World

I wish we lived in an instant world where everything we had to do was able to be done like e-mail. Imagine with me...

"I have to mail this package to Sophie! It's been two weeks (how'd that happen?) since I told her I'd mail it and it's still here!
"I think I'll bring it to the post office and have them package it all up and everything...and is Caleb done with his picture for her yet?
(enter INSTA-MAN!)
"Hello there! Did I hear correctly that you've been meaning to send something across the United States but hate going to the post office so you procrastinate?"
"Ummm, who are you?"
"Don't mind that ~ I asked you a question!"
"O-kaaaaay....yes, that's pretty much it in a nutshell."
"Don't worry m'lady! Here ~ put your package in this opening in my back."
"Ummm, who are you?"
"Don't mind that ~ I told you to do something!"
"O-kaaaaay...pull here?"
"No, not my finger...my back! Lift up on that handle that says "lift" on it."
"this is weird."
"You think you have to tell ME that?"
"Okay. I'm lifting....HEY! What happened to you? You're a tall skinny man with very little meat on your bones ~ if you turn sideways you disappear, but when I lift up on this handle it looks as if you go on forever! Who ARE you?"
"I'm INSTA-MAN!"
"Insta-man? Your name is "Insta-man?" That's kind of weird."
"I know, but everyone loves me so it doesn't matter how weird my name is! Now, do you want me to help you or not?"
"Oh! Yes! Please help me!!"
"Put your package on that little conveyor belt inside and enter the address of the person you're sending your package to on the little computer keyboard next to it."
"It's little alright...just a second. Oh! I pushed NW instead of NE...these keys are tiny!"
"Are you finished?"
"Yes"
"Now push that green button that says SEND"
"Here goes nothing...are you sure it's going to get to her? I mean, some of these things are one of a kind and I won't be able to re-do them."
"Do I look like the kind of man to steal your packages?"
"you don't look like anything I've ever seen before."
"So do you trust me or not?"
"Well, I suppose. Here ya go...." (I push send and an unbelievable noise comes out the man's backside. Oh. that's not supposed to sound like it does...I mean his BACK. :) An unbelievable noise came out the man's BACK. Like a tornado, or a hurricane or a combination of the two. He jerked forward and then he jumped back and he bent from side to side as if he were a ragdoll. Then, all of the sudden....)
"Well, it's delivered. She says thank you."
"huh?"
"Sophie. She received your package and she says thank you and don't worry about it."
"you're kidding. She already got it?"
"yup ~ and she opened it, too. That one thing was pretty cool. She liked it."
"uhhhhhh, o-kaaaaaay. Thanks. Um, how'd you do that?"
"That's what I'm here for ~ that's why *I* am INSTA-MAN!" (he said it in the most annoyingly bogus fake-radio-announcer voice I couldn't help but be amazed to be in his presence....and I swear it reverberated when he talked!)
"Um, thank you Insta-Man! You're the BEST!"
"Nothin' to it, M'Lady ~ instant packages is what I do best. Well, I'm off to save another person who has been kicking themselves for about an hour now wishing they could get their daughter's Twin Bings to Washington before they melt or the chocolate goes bad. You know how those Twin Bings can be."
"Oh, do I! Have a safe trip!"
"Thank Yooooooooooouuuuu!"
And he was gone. The packages were sent and the weight was lifted from my shoulders. Ah, life in an instant world ~ what bliss!


Okay, so that's not really going to happen, but I really wish it could. I have Tooley mugs sitting here along with Arbonne orders that need to be returned and a very important Birthday package that needs to be sent...make that packages...to 4 very important people.

I guess it's time to make "That's good enough!" more of my vocabulary than "Oh! I can do this and this and this to this to make it even more perfect!" is. I'd get a lot more done if it were.....so I guess it's time to do a reprogram on my brain!

have a good day ~ and if I owe you a package.......it's "in the mail." ;) (or it will be...)