It's good to pull into your parking lot to see the UPS truck in front of your condo. It's good to know that he has your copy of Jose Gonzalez Veneer and Cocaine Cowboys . It's doubly good because you signed up for that free two months of Amazon Prime and so you got this stuff shipped in a day for no cost.
It's so good that even though he's blocking your parking spot, you put your car in park behind him and patiently wait for him to pull out and leave. Look- he's getting into his truck right now!
It's bad when he starts up his truck, you see the reverse lights come on and he backs right into you. It's bad when you gave him 15 feet and are fist deep into your car horn. It's bad when you hear that Krthunk. It's bad, that damage you see, the stuff your imagination comes up with.
So you turn off your car.
It's Not Too Bad
It's not too bad to see he only mangled your license plate, scuffed your bumper. It's not too bad when most of the damage is probably the styrofoam they stuff all car bodies with these days. It's not too bad to hear him really afraid. It's not too bad to know you are just relieved ("It's not too bad") and he would be glad to hear that. It's not too bad, sympathy, in the face of all that dickmangling antipathy out there. It's not too bad to live in a world like this; better than a world like that. Even when they hit your car, UPS is still better than fucking FedEx Home.
It ends with "Don't sweat it." "Aw thanks. Man, I'm so sorry- thank you." And he goes away. You pull into your parking spot and go up to your condo and you open the door while stooping down- scooping up the box the UPS guy left you. It ends with you turning on your computer and ripping your new CD and listening to "Crosses" and writing this journal.