Earlier in the week I ordered a bunch of new parts from my favorite e-tailer, the better to construct a new [insert low cackle] machine.  Said parts were shipped in two boxes and are due to arrive today.  Box the second -- box the lesser, box junior, box-sho -- arrived this morning. 

The friendly UPS driver scratched his head and muttered: "Hmm, my list says there should be a second box" -- box the greater, box senior, box-dai -- "but it's not in my van.  It must have been loaded on the wrong truck.  Or maybe it's hiding back at the warehouse."

Waiting, as one sometimes does, for one's...parts...is hard enough.  But to be delayed, perhaps denied, at the very moment of acquisition?

Howl, I say.  Howl.

UPDATE:  At the last minute UPS redeemed itself by delivering my stuff.  Props to UPS!

Mr. Crowbar, we won't be needing you today.