Afterhours #1: Amazon Fail
No Mystery to this Delivery
Welcome to Afterhours, an online space to talk about topics relating to trucks—somehow. As the former editor of 8-Lug and Work Truck Review magazines for three years, I’ve been deprived of a monthly editorial column after my last issue as editor, which was the January 2018 issue. It’s actually on newsstands right now.
I thought I would never, ever miss the idea of a monthly editorial. Believe it or not, many editors struggle with creating an editorial. You’d think coming up with something engaging once a month would be no problem, but trust me—it’s definitely a “thing” that editors regularly procrastinate on their editorials.
However, this is my attempt to revive an online edition of an editorial, only this time under my new position as Newsroom Editor. I’ve settled on Afterhours as the name because we all know the best things and the best stories—life’s truest lessons—all occur afterhours. Off the clock. While not trying so hard. While kicking back, relaxing, and enjoying whatever it is you most look forward to after a hard day’s work. People really come alive in the afterhours. So, welcome.
We’ll kick off Afterhours with a story about Amazon and Christmas. Amazon is amazing, isn’t it, especially during the Christmas season. If you are not doing most of your Christmas shopping from the comfort of your computer, you are doing it wrong. There is no reason to battle mall traffic when you can shop straight off an Amazon wish list while watching Idiocracy in the privacy of your own dwelling. Free shipping and generally cheaper prices officially seal the deal.
Because of Amazon, my husband and I made an agreement during the holiday season. Any unfamiliar packages delivered to the house were to be swiftly stacked in the office, as chances were good we were shopping for each other. Solid plan, right? It was all good until Amazon completely failed us. Thrown in the planter was a box that so clearly described its contents I couldn’t help but literally laugh. I diligently stashed the box in the office, but damage done: Amazon Santa had delivered headlights for a ’99-’02 Silverado. I have a 2002 Silverado.
Amazon is really good at shipping boxed boxes, but this delivery had come stark naked, exposing its content boldly and clearly, both with words and pictures. My husband attempted to question the box’s contents, but his ear-to-ear grin indicated that Amazon Santa had indeed ruined this surprise.
Ruining the surprise aside, this whole thing made me wonder: Are we better off or worse off with labeled deliveries? Does disclosing contents make them more or less vulnerable? If all boxes were labeled with their contents, would there be more or less doorstep thefts? I guess it depends on what’s inside and what the thief wants or perceives he can gain. Does giving away the surprise take the fun and thrill out of snatching a mystery box from a residence?
I don’t know, and I hope you don’t know either.
Anyone else get some cool truck parts from Amazon Santa? Or have a good Amazon Christmas story?