The Taylor Made Burner is not for sissies. It's a custom made golf driver that Cory received for Christmas, and its arrival would remind him of how it added 80 yards to his tee shots. The computer said it was delivered to our house yesterday at precisely 4:18 pm, but it was nowhere to be found. After calling UPS this morning, we learned that they did in fact deliver it to a home with our street name, but the house number was one digit wrong. The customer service lady advised me to work it out with the original shipping location in Southern California.
I decided to work it out with MapQuest. Turns out the house the club was mistakenly shipped to was only 5 miles away. I called a friend to accompany me, so that in the event my map led me to the home of a psychopath, she could help scare him off with her long braids and her 2-year-old. When we arrived at the address my friend announced, "Oh look, they have a fishing boat. They must be nice." I walked to the door, but before knocking looked on the porch to my left and found THE PACKAGE. It had Cory's name on it. I held it up in triumph and ran back to the car before any shots were fired.
Cory's thrilled. His Dad is relieved. But if you woke up this morning to a stranger running across your lawn in her pajamas holding a long box over her head, just know that all is as it should be.