UPS has successfully ruined my day.

The only way they can make it up to me is if they finally bring my fucking package

A few years ago my friends and I used to prank call random numbers, say something stupid, and then hang up. It was pointless, but one day my mom’s car died and we were right in front of my high school so I sat on a step and did my normal prank-calling routine. Then, I came across a frail, little voice coming from someone obviously very old and I suddenly began to feel guilty, but I didn’t want to hang up because it had taken her so long to answer so I assumed it was because it was hard for her to get up and get to the phone, so I just pretended that I had the wrong number.

A few days later I wanted to call her again; she was just so sweet and inviting. So I called, but instead this time I mimicked her accent (I’m pretty sure she was Asian). When I did this she began calling me “Wosie” (Rosie) and I later found out that this “Wosie” person she was confusing me with was her sister-in-law.
I became so fond of our phone conversations, I even had her number programmed into my phone and I would call every week. We wouldn’t talk about anything too exciting, it was mostly just “how are you, how’ve you been, what did you do today, etc.” But it was nice, it was like talking to my grandma (I’ve never been close to either of them) so I really enjoyed it. I mean, our conversations would barely last 15 minutes or so, but it was still nice.
One day she explained to me how she looked so forward to our conversations and the fact that they really made her happy. She said that not many people called her so she would often get lonely. She also told me I sounded like her daughter who had passed away many years back, and expressed how much she missed her.
Another day we were talking and it must’ve been a holiday or a weekend night because she asked why I was home doing nothing. I told her I didn’t go out much, and she said to me “Coming from a very old woman, keep doing what you’re doing. I have lived a very, very long and happy life because I’ve lived a quiet life. I’ve never been the kind to go out much, I’ve never been a drinker or a smoker. I eat healthy, and look! I’m 97 years old! Almost 100 because I live a quiet life. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, keep doing what you’re doing.”

That was one of the last times, if not the last, we ever spoke.
I tried calling her a few months back, and it went straight to dial-tone. It could easily mean that she changed her number, but I somehow doubt it seeing as she was very old.
I’m sad if she passed on, but it makes me realize that I meet really great people under circumstances I wouldn’t normally meet people. And I’m happy for every person I have met under these circumstances I’m referring to. 

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*rolls eyes at your existence*

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