So I'm curled up on the couch in the living room (I haven't been able to sleep in our bed for months because of my back - anyway) covered in blankets because the significant other likes to turn our place into a refrigerator at night.... I'm in that half-awake/half asleep state and all of the sudden *knock, knock, knock* on our front door. So obviously I am expecting the police to tell me one of my family members has been in a wreck or some drunk is playing a game - or, I'm about to get robbed...because it is 6:30 a.m. I open the door (hand on the Mossberg, which sits by our door - long story, I was robbed one night--wouldn't you hate to be the local hoodlum and get blown away by the village homo) and the freaking FedEx dude has a package for me (I get tons of FedEx everyday). "Hi, I have an International Priority package for you." "Uh...come back later." *pushes envelope toward me* "Here you go." "No, seriously, I'm sorry, come back later." *looks at me funny* "I hate to be rude, but since when did FedEx start waking people out of bed to deliver packages?" (7:00 I can deal with, but the freaking sun wasn't even up yet.) "It's first priority - by 10:30." "Great, I'll have had a cup of coffee and a shower in two hours. Come back then and you'll still be two hours early." I close the door. 10:30 goes by and no FedEx. I call. "I'm sorry sir, someone refused the delivery." Yeah, that was me. "Why did you refuse the delivery if you need it sir?" "Uh, he tried to deliver it at 6:30 this morning..." "I'm sorry sir, we will deliver it..." "Um, I know you had now hand in this, Rita (yes, her name was really Rita), but that package will be delivered by noon." *click* *ring, ring* "Hello, Mr. Reich, this is John with FedEx..." I explain the whole thing to him and my package comes at 11:45 (different driver). Am I an ass for refusing this thing at 6:30 in the morning? 6:30!!!!!