Roommate Matt tells me a half hour ago that he found a note from FedEx. They didn’t leave my package, but sent it to Saint Louis Park. So I decide to race the clock and make the journey to the other side of the Twin Cities and arrive one minute late at 20:01. The woman inside ignored me until I pleaded and she came to the door, unlocked it and explained that they "already ran their reports" or whatever.
Bah. Now I am in Saint Louis Park. I guess I will go home.
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