So around 4:30pm today, I went down to the lobby to check my mailbox. Lo and behold, the mailman is there sorting mail into the boxes.
Me : Uh, hi, I think I have a package for Apt#.
Him : Yeah, I think you do, too. It's out in the truck, right now.
Me : Ah! Cool!
(I stand there, big grin on my face, he resumes sorting mail)
Him : Oh, I'll bring it up to you in a bit.
Me : Oh, really? OK....
While I was waiting for him to show up, I realized this must be what a dog feels like when he knows his owner will be home from work soon for walks/food. Every ding of the elevator door brought a rush of excitement. Time stretched on forever as I would realize the footsteps were going away from my door. Rinse and repeat 4 times.
He finally knocked at 10 after 5. A box from TTVJ.
1 hour later, wow, the wait was worth it.