FedEx says delivery was attempted yesterday. The only evidence they have presented is a single photograph of my front door, blurry and dutch-angled, captured on the move from the bottom of the porch steps. It’s not hard to picture the camera app opening as they exit the van, arm swinging upward as they approach the steps, a formless digital shutter button tapped without looking, instinctively and through long practice. “Delivery attempted. Here’s the proof, asshole.”
