There is nothing like watching a tracking number for a Parcel Post item. It sits in "Pre-Shipment" for three days. You refresh the page. Nothing.
Then it arrives at a "Regional Facility" in a city you’ve never heard of. You start googling the weather there. You become obsessed. Is my present warm?
Save yourself the therapy bill. Mail things early. Or pay for speed. Your sanity is worth the extra ten bucks.
Final, Harsh Truth
Parcel Post is for planners. It is for people who have a Christmas tree up in November. It is for people who wrap gifts in August.
If you are a chaotic, last-minute gift-buyer like me? Parcel Post is your enemy. It is a slow poison of disappointment and "Sorry, it's in the mail" texts.
So check the date. Today. Not tomorrow. Today. Because tomorrow is the last date, and you’ll be too late. And nobody wants to unwrap a fruitcake that smells like regret.
Now go mail your stuff. I mean it. Close this article. Go. I'll wait.
