Incredulity

Last night, I made what may have been a mistake; I admitted to a friend that I thought it credible to suppose that Spring-heeled Jack existed. She responded that she didn't believe everything she read.

Well, neither do I. Just now, when I got home, I found a notice saying that FedEx had attempted to deliver a package. They normally leave packages in the apartment office, but I looked over the notice to make sure that they hadn't just taken it back to try again later. They had a box checked, but it said "Porch". I said, "I think you mean 'apartment office.' The 'porch,' as you call my balcony, is rather inaccessible." However, I have heard enough stories about people misled by their own incredulity that I went over to the balcony, turned on the light, and peered outside. I almost missed it, but there really was a package, sitting there in the rain in a corner. This is the first time this has ever happened to me, and I've lived here nearly three years.

I went outside again to double-check; unless the delivery man was nine feet tall, he had to clamber up and balance on a railing to get my package onto the balcony. Probably a rain-slick railing at that. Or he could have thrown it... but that would be a truly bad delivery man, and it wouldn't have landed where it did.

I am quite amused by this intrepid delivery man.