Last evening, an Amazon delivery truck whipped on past our place like he knew where he was going. My wife is expecting a package, so we figured he missed the street number and would soon be back. Delivery truck don’t normally come here, unless they are bringing us something. We are the only full-time residents living on our road, and we are at the edge of civilization.
About a half hour later, I asked if anyone remembered that truck coming back out again. Nobody saw him leave but he couldn’t still be out there. Could he?
My wife went out for her evening walk with my youngest son. On the way back, they met an Indian fellow with a blaze orange safety vest walking down the road. Turns out he got stuck way back in there, and was walking because he couldn’t get any cell service.
While Francine went inside and got on our phone to call the local farmer to see if we could find someone to fish him out. I got to talk to him. He showed me on Google maps where he got stuck.
“What were you doing all the way back there?”
Turns out he had instructions to deliver a package to an address on St. Andrew’s Road. I think maybe Amazon has a new program for getting rid of immigrants. St. Andrew’s Road is a short snowmobile/ATV trail connecting two other snowmobile/ATV trails. There are no civic addresses out there at all. Most people living in the area have never heard of it. Fortunately, he didn’t run into a mother bear with cubs (it is the time of year for that) on his thirty minute walk to our place. In my experience, these Indian Amazon drivers don’t like to go far off the beaten path. Kudos to this guy for making that much of an effort. I happen to know that if they get stuck like this, Amazon is no help at all. They’re on their own.
One of the farmhands was available to go get him with the tractor. We’re pretty redneck back here, but we aren’t intentionally cruel to strangers.
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