In the He Says/She Says series, we discuss financial-ish topics where we agree to disagree.
I don’t know when the “Track Shipment” functionality was introduced to our glorious Interwebs. But if I had the authority to grant holidays in this great land, that day of inception would be forever celebrated. Everyone would revel in the streets at the marvel of following a package from doorstep-to-doorstep. Well… almost everyone.
You see, Joanna isn’t very impressed with shipment tracking. It means nothing to her that she can pinpoint the location of our next shipment of diapers in Louisville, KY. It means nothing to her when the long awaited “Out for Delivery” status appears. It all just means nothing to her. But why? Where does this illogical logic stem from? Here’s some really riveting back-and-forth between us last night.
“It doesn’t make it get here any faster, you know?”
“It’s pretty much proven that it gets to you faster when you follow its progress. Because science.”
“I just figure it’s going to get to me.”
“Until it doesn’t. All because you neglected to see the package hadn’t moved from the Toledo, Ohio processing plant for three days. Weekdays.”
“This conversation is sad. I’m sad for you.”
“Your package from Amazon will be here today.”
I will gladly admit that I find joy in knowing where my package is located. Much of that joy stems from what’s inside of that cardboard box. Steve Jobs’ biography. Dress socks. Bear paw meat handler forks. Knowing when to anticipate the arrival of your order makes coming home from work on a Tuesday afternoon a whole lot more exciting.
The other novelty of it all is seeing the delivery services’ intricacies and logistics at work. I’ve remarked before that what the postal system does at the cost they do it is freaking mindblowing and something most of us likely take for granted. To watch your package move from region to state to counties to cities to trucks, all in a matter of days, is an amazing feat. How more things don’t get lost in the system is beyond me.
And while Joanna likes to scoff at my daily tracking check-ins, she’s got a dusting of hypocrisy on her hands. Sometime in the last year, she secretly signed up for text alerts from Amazon that let her know when her order ships and another when it arrives on our doorstep. So clearly there’s some benefit to knowing the timetable. She’ll be pasting 15-digit tracking codes into Google in no time.
Are you a born tracker like me, or do you feel apathetic about it like Joanna does? In other words, would the neanderthal-you have been a natural tracker of animal herds during hunter-gatherer days? Or would you have been content to live off nuts and berries like Joanna?