Well, my stupid ass toe socks arrived yesterday, 14 days after placing the order. The only reason I got the fancy, expensive socks was to qualify for free shipping from Amazon, which is supposed to take five to eight business days. My socks took nine business days, not counting the day I actually placed the order.
My receipt said explicitly that they estimated delivery between Dec. 8 and Dec. 13, so one day late shouldn't make me too agitated, but it does. I waited eagerly for these socks. Of course, it turned out they had to split up my order, shipping my other two items well before my socks even left the West Coast, where they were shipped from Phoenix to Los Angeles before heading east.
From Dec. 4 to Dec. 11, the only tracking information available was a "Departure Scan" from L.A., before my package arrived in Pennsylvania. Seven days to cross the country? Come on, U.S. Postal Service, that's a shitty pace!
When I got home from work last night, the Enthusiast told me to look under the tree. There they were. I halfheartedly opened my brown box, removed the thin toe socks and tried one of them on.
Yep, they're toe socks. Kind of a pain in the ass to put on. These socks are thinner than the pair I ruined last week, so I figured they'd fit in my Vibrams. Satisfied with that estimation, I removed them and put my warm woolen socks back on my foot. Maybe I'll try the new ones with a run tonight. Maybe I'll just sit on the couch and pout.