Hold on, kids. It's story time!

I've been following the tracking page of my gift since it was marked as shipped on Friday. Say what you want about FedEx but they're fast! It was scheduled for tomorrow but on saturday it was already here in the city and today at 9:30 am it was marked as "Out for Delivery".

I was really excited. I knew the driver had "n" deliveries before mine but I kept peering out the window; trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive delivery guy or, as I call him, "The Gift Bearer". At ~1pm, my rent-a-fake-cop called in the intercom to inform me that "The Gift Bearer" was on his way to my apartment. I tried to look casual but waited outside the door, occasionally looking through the window to see if he had made it through the four flights of stairs. I didn't know that two minutes could last this long.

Finally, the doorbell rang. I tried to play it cool -let him wait a bit, after all he kept me waiting - I thought and waited for a full five seconds before opening the door in one swift motion.

"Huevoos?" - asked "The Gift Bearer" "Yeah..." – Was the only syllable I could articulate.

He gave me a quick stare. I was confused, why won't he stop staring at me? It's been two seconds since I opened this door and he still has m̶y͜ ̡pr͜e̷ćious in his filthy hands. What is he looking at!?. I then remembered… I had forgotten to put on a t-shirt.

"It's $xxx pesos." – he continued, ignoring my half-nakedness.

I was thrown off guard! I didn't expect import taxes! I don't keep cash at my house!! ¡¡¡I could see his filthy paws clenching m̸̕y̢ ́͜p̵҉r̀͢ec̷̸i̛o̕͡us͞!!!

"I… uhm… I don't have any money. Didn't know I had to pay taxes." - I replied without taking my eyes off his hands. "Not so hard. You will hurt Him." Was all that I could impotently think.

"Then I guess I'll come back tomorrow." His lips appeared to move slower while saying that last, penetrating word. "t o m o r r o w !"

I tried my best not to fall to my knees.

"Could you maybe wait five minutes? I'm sure I can call somebody to bring me the money." – I said, realizing that I had just reached the third stage of grief: Bargaining.

"I'm sorry but I'm on a schedule." "Can I pick it up at a location?" - I asked with a hopeful twinkle on my eye… it may have been a nervous twitch. "Well, yeah but you're gonna have to wait until 5pm because I have more deliveries." – Replied the all-mighty gift bearer looking annoyed that I was keeping him. "Ok." – Was the only word left on my lips as I watched him walk away... cradling MY precious in his arms.

I hurried to the window to steal one last glimpse of Him and the evil man that was keeping us apart.

…soon we'll be together, m̍̄̾҉̘̯̺y͐ͤ͐̈ͦͮ͊͏̖̣ͅ ̯͎ͪ̒p̃ͩ̎r̡̥͔͈ͤ̊̾ͯ͆̒́e̩̙͎̙̗̪͟c̖͖͎͖̋͊̑ͬ͛͋ĩ͈̖̝̈͛o͉u͍͍͔̘͕̰ͭ̇͂̓̚ś̢̈̑ͥ̏̆́. …soon.

Then came 5 pm and after a half an hour drive to the FedEx facility I finally had my gift. :-)

TL;DR. Had to wait four hours to get my gift.