What A Pickle

So the FedEx driver came by this afternoon with a package, but it required certified payment. IE: I need to go get a freakin’ money order, and pay FedEx directly. Grand. The driver was a nervous little fellow, told me that it was his first week, which should have been the first red flag. He told me that if I wanted the package sooner, he could either come back or I could meet him across the street (where my bank and FedEx/Kinkos reside) between 3 and 4PM when he stopped here for his break. I told him that, since I’d be across the street anyway, I’d just pop into his branch and nab it from him.

It is now 3:35, and I finally resorted to purchasing internet access to pass the time. It’s funny, because the guy already apologized to me profusely for his unprofessional manner, and noted that he was nervous due to his first week and was hopeful for his future career with the company. I can’t go home and wait for redelivery because I noted that on the hang tag, it had been stated that I would pick it up. This means that the package will, after today, be on its way to a real FedEx location about 20 minutes away. So now, angered though I may be, there lies the conundrum:

Do I make up some bullshit to his superiors stating that he was clearly high/drunk when arriving at my house, or merely resort to viciously reaming him in front of the store when he arrives?