Ding Dong!
"Oh shit!" Cindy hissed as she heard the doorbell. Her phone buzzed loudly at the same time too, meaning this was it, the package she had ordered and had been waiting for three weeks now. And of course, like the last two times the delivery service came to drop off said package, Cindy was in the middle of something.
First time she was out at work, damn delivery guy came in 10 in the morning. Since she wasn't home, he left a note, said service will try again in 2-5 business days. Second time, which was 2 days later, the delivery guy came 8:30 in the morning, just 20 minutes right before Cindy left to go buy something at the store.
This time it was 5 in the afternoon and Cindy was home. She was also right in the middle of a shower.
"Fucking online shopping network..." Cindy muttered as she hurriedly rinsed her hair. She heard the doorbell ring again. Fuck, there was no time! "Just a minute!!" She yelled as loudly as she could while reaching for her towel. Stepping off the shower, hair still damp and foamy in places with bits of shampoo, Cindy walked out to the front door, clad in a huge towel.
"Delivery." The guy said, bored and tired expression on his face. Setting the package down, he nonchalantly handed a piece of paper and a pen to Cindy. "Sign here please."
The moment she finished, the guy took the paper and left. For some reason that really pissed Cindy off.
"Oooh... Fucking delivery service..." Cindy hissed under her breath. Well, at least my order's here, she thought as she inspected the package. That was when she noticed the box was two feet by two feet, and weighed like 10 kilograms.
"Oh no. Oh God, no..." Cindy said as she began ripping the box open. She ordered a professional makeup kit, and as large as that was, it shouldn't be as big or as heavy as this. Her heart sank as she saw that instead, the delivery guy dropped off a microwave oven.
"Fucking delivery moron gave me the wrong package!!" Cindy snarled. "Damn it! Fucking damn it!!"
She now had to go and call the online shopping network, fight customer service, demand a replacement while shipping this shit back to them. That was another week at least of waiting for them to get their order sent right!
Lifting with both hands, Cindy tried to carry the package back inside. Consumed by intense anger, she didn't notice her dog Biscuit standing behind her, and promptly stepped on his foot. She was surprised as he let out a pained and surprised yelp, and bolted outside.
"Shit!!" Cindy cursed. Her first instinct was to run after the dog, and soon as she did Cindy's foot caught on something else, and promptly tripped.
"God, oww!" She hissed, rubbing her knee. She stepped on Biscuit's chew toy, an old rubber bone that her dog chewed and played with so much the squeaky part had worn down. Mentally cursing the dog out of anger, who at this point got out and will likely be harassing the neighborhood cats, Cindy got up, decided to finish her shower and get dressed, and then solve all of this insanity.
Her hand closed on the door handle, and to Cindy's surprise, found out that it was locked.
"What the..?" The thought processed slowly in her brain, and Cindy tugged and rattled the door knob before she realized that she was locked out. She released a frustrated sigh and as she turned to try and see if her back door wasn't locked Cindy found another problem.
The front door closed on her towel.