Are you my neighbor?: The one addicted to online-shopping deliveries?

[GammaGlobulin]

I live quite near you.

(You live quite near me, but you are NOT me, fortunately)

 

Every day, rain or shine, I see the delivery guys delivering boxes, parcels, envelopes, packages, of all shapes and sizes, to your house, yet....

I rarely see you.

 

The delivery trucks pull up outside your gate.

They open your gate and enter your premises with the garbage you have ordered.

And then they leave.

 

I can see out my picture window, almost as if I were looking out over Waterloo Station, and all I see happening is boxes being delivered to you.

Everyday, I see so many packages sent to your door.

But, not knowing what is inside your boxes, 

It ruins my paradise.

 

Why do you receive, on average, FIVE deliveries per day?

 

Also, every day, Five Boxes!

They always go in.

I never see any boxes coming out.

I can't remember seeing any people coming out, either?

Your house must be like the NYC Flat of those Jewish Brothers....
What was their name?

What a terrifically crafted film, a true masterpiece, I believe.

But, the brothers were such hoarders.

Wait just one MINUTE:

One set of brothers: Jewish

One set of brothers: Gentile

Apparently, no significance to being one or the other.
But, that should have been obvious.

 

 

And now, with this online-ordering, thingy...

Is this just a better way for hoarders to do their thing?

They needn't exit their homes.

They can do all their hoarding by remote control, and...

The delivery couriers become....

THEIR ENABLERS!!!!!

 

Therefore, please do tell me now, while I have your attention....

What is going on at your house?

Do you have stacks and stacks of useless junk in there?

And what about the packaging?

Do you save the bubble wrap in one room, and the cardboard in another room?

Do you eat the contents of the packages? I mean, is what you order edible?

Or, do you stack all that junk in a third room?

And, where do you even sleep?

Or, DO YOU sleep??????

 

This has been going on since you moved to this neighborhood, almost opposite my house.

Will this never end?

I worry for you sanity, and mine, as well.

 

I just gotta know.  I need some resolution, here, of this puzzle.

Tell me.

Are you sick?

Do you need a shrink?

Will your house finally explode as a result of the pressure of all your online orders pushing out, against the walls of your house?

 

Please take a warning and a caution from the Collyer Brothers.

Please stop this over-the-top love affair with deliveries from your many courier friends.

If the Collyers had had Couriers, things would have reached a head, far sooner.

 

At the very least, tell me what you are doing with what you order.

And, please tell me WHY.

How did this happen to you?

 

Is it your hope that...

Someday, relying on some 12-Step Program,

You will be able to wean yourself off of your Buying Habit,

And eventually live an uncluttered and worthy life?

 

But, do you think there is actually any hope of your getting well?

 

I am just grateful that being addicted to ONLINE Shopping, and..

Being addicted to Courier Deliveries, and visits from couriers, is not a problem that I, or anyone I know personally...

Such as a wife or a GF,...have...I mean, ....

It is not something that I must deal with in this life.

 

Do tell...

What is going on with this out-of-hand ONLINE shopping....

 

Regards,

Gamma

 

Oh, Forgot:  The Collyer Brothers.....

 

 

Note 2: The Infamous Waterloo Station Window

 

 

Note 3: Coming UNSTRUNG

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited April 27 by GammaGlobulin

[Gottfrid]

10 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

I live quite near you.

(You live quite near me, but you are NOT me, fortunately)

Nah the big fortunate thing in this, is that the first sentence was totally wrong.

[scottiejohn]

13 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

I live quite near you.

(You live quite near me, but you are NOT me, fortunately)

 

Every day, rain or shine, I see the delivery guys delivering boxes, parcels, envelopes, packages, of all shapes and sizes, to your house, yet....

I rarely see you.

 

The delivery trucks pull up outside your gate.

They open your gate and enter your premises with the garbage you have ordered.

And then they leave.

 

I can see out my picture window, almost as if I were looking out over Waterloo Station, and all I see happening is boxes being delivered to you.

Everyday, I see so many packages sent to your door.

But, not knowing what is inside your boxes, 

It ruins my paradise.

 

Why do you receive, on average, FIVE deliveries per day?

 

Also, every day, Five Boxes!

They always go in.

I never see any boxes coming out.

I can't remember seeing any people coming out, either?

Your house must be like NYC Flat of those Jewish Brothers....
What was their name?

What a terrifically crafted film, a true masterpiece, I believe.

But, the brothers were such hoarders.

 

And now, with this online-ordering, thingy...

Is this just a better way for hoarders to do their thing?

They needn't exit their homes.

They can do all their hoarding by remote control, and...

The delivery couriers become....

THEIR ENABLERS!!!!!

 

Therefore, please do tell me now, while I have your attention....

What is going on at your house?

Do you have stacks and stacks of useless junk in their?

And what about the packaging?

Do you save the bubble wrap in one room, and the cardboard in another room?

Do you eat the contents of the packages? I mean, is what you order edible?

Or, do you stack all that junk in a third room?

And, where do you even sleep?

Or, DO YOU sleep??????

 

This has been going on since you moved to this neighborhood, almost opposite my house.

Will this never end?

I worry for you sanity, and mine, as well.

 

I just gotta know.  I need some resolution here of this puzzle.

Tell me.

Are you sick?

Do you need a shrink?

Will your house finally explode as a result of the pressure of all your online orders pushing out, against the walls of your house?

 

Please take a warning and a caution from the Collyer Brothers.

Please stop this over-the-top love affair with deliveries from your many courier friends.

If the Collyers had had Couriers, things would have reached a head, far sooner.

 

At the very least, tell me what you are doing with what you order.

And, please tell me WHY.

How did this happen to you?

 

Is it your hope that...

Someday, relying on some 12-Step Program,

You will be able to wean yourself of your Buying Habit,

And eventually live an uncluttered and worthy life?

 

But, do you think there is actually any hope of your getting well?

 

I am just grateful that being addicted to ONLINE Shopping, and..

Being addicted to Courier Deliveries, and visits from couriers, is not a problem that I, or anyone I know personally...

Such as a wife or a GF,...

Is not something that I must deal with in this life.

 

Do tell...

What is going on with this out-of-hand ONLINE shopping....

 

Regards,

Gamma

 

Oh, Forgot:  The Collyer Brothers.....

 

 

Note 2: The Infamous Waterloo Window

 

 

Note 3: Coming UNSTRUNG

 

 

 

 

 

 

Utter garbage!

[chickenslegs]

[GammaGlobulin]

17 minutes ago, chickenslegs said:

 

Finally!

Finally, you have posted an image that I can identify with.

You are really beginning to get into the spirit of things....

My Topics, I mean...

 

Good Job!

 

Note 4:  Bowie  (Wish he was here now....)

 

 

Edited April 27 by GammaGlobulin

[NoDisplayName]

 

[still kicking]

Yeah, again utter garbage what about disabled and don't have transport?

[stoner]

i do it just to make you waste your retired years writing these threads. 

[GammaGlobulin]

2 minutes ago, stoner said:

i do it just to make you waste your retired years writing these threads. 

 

Valid observation.

Must rethink and reset.

High fences better for improved mental health.

At least, at night, it's more peaceful over there without the deliveries.

But, the madness begins again, around 9:00AM, depending on the courier.

 

(I have never observed FedEx opening his gate, though.  Why, I wonder....)

 

 

[stoner]

4 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

 

Valid observation.

Must rethink and reset.

High fences better for improved mental health.

At least, at night, it's more peaceful over there without the deliveries.

But, the madness begins again, around 9:00AM, depending on the courier.

 

(I have never observed FedEx opening his gate, though.  Why, I wonder....)

 

 

 

i was thinking of getting a cow bell for them to ring upon arrival. 

 

 

[worgeordie]

Your a nosey bugger , I see you twitching the curtains , what business is it of yours how i spend my hard earned money,

regards Worgeordie

[GammaGlobulin]

14 minutes ago, worgeordie said:

Your a nosey bugger , I see you twitching the curtains , what business is it of yours how i spend my hard earned money,

regards Worgeordie

 

Simply put, I fear for our sanity....

 

Meaning this, obviously:

 

 

Edited April 27 by GammaGlobulin

[AreYouGerman]

To comment in this thread the requirement is being part of a specific generation, also called the boomer generation.

 

Sorry for the interference, go ahead.

[GammaGlobulin]

19 minutes ago, AreYouGerman said:

To comment in this thread the requirement is being part of a specific generation, also called the boomer generation.

 

Sorry for the interference, go ahead.

 

All interference is welcome.

We here, the ones in the know, are protected from the worst effects of posters' interference.

 

 

Nice HAT!!!

 

 

Edited April 27 by GammaGlobulin

[Dioj]

3 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

I live quite near you.

(You live quite near me, but you are NOT me, fortunately)

 

Every day, rain or shine, I see the delivery guys delivering boxes, parcels, envelopes, packages, of all shapes and sizes, to your house, yet....

I rarely see you.

 

The delivery trucks pull up outside your gate.

They open your gate and enter your premises with the garbage you have ordered.

And then they leave.

 

I can see out my picture window, almost as if I were looking out over Waterloo Station, and all I see happening is boxes being delivered to you.

Everyday, I see so many packages sent to your door.

But, not knowing what is inside your boxes, 

It ruins my paradise.

 

Why do you receive, on average, FIVE deliveries per day?

 

Also, every day, Five Boxes!

They always go in.

I never see any boxes coming out.

I can't remember seeing any people coming out, either?

Your house must be like the NYC Flat of those Jewish Brothers....
What was their name?

What a terrifically crafted film, a true masterpiece, I believe.

But, the brothers were such hoarders.

Wait just one MINUTE:

One set of brothers: Jewish

One set of brothers: Gentile

Apparently, no significance to being one or the other.
But, that should have been obvious.

 

 

And now, with this online-ordering, thingy...

Is this just a better way for hoarders to do their thing?

They needn't exit their homes.

They can do all their hoarding by remote control, and...

The delivery couriers become....

THEIR ENABLERS!!!!!

 

Therefore, please do tell me now, while I have your attention....

What is going on at your house?

Do you have stacks and stacks of useless junk in there?

And what about the packaging?

Do you save the bubble wrap in one room, and the cardboard in another room?

Do you eat the contents of the packages? I mean, is what you order edible?

Or, do you stack all that junk in a third room?

And, where do you even sleep?

Or, DO YOU sleep??????

 

This has been going on since you moved to this neighborhood, almost opposite my house.

Will this never end?

I worry for you sanity, and mine, as well.

 

I just gotta know.  I need some resolution, here, of this puzzle.

Tell me.

Are you sick?

Do you need a shrink?

Will your house finally explode as a result of the pressure of all your online orders pushing out, against the walls of your house?

 

Please take a warning and a caution from the Collyer Brothers.

Please stop this over-the-top love affair with deliveries from your many courier friends.

If the Collyers had had Couriers, things would have reached a head, far sooner.

 

At the very least, tell me what you are doing with what you order.

And, please tell me WHY.

How did this happen to you?

 

Is it your hope that...

Someday, relying on some 12-Step Program,

You will be able to wean yourself off of your Buying Habit,

And eventually live an uncluttered and worthy life?

 

But, do you think there is actually any hope of your getting well?

 

I am just grateful that being addicted to ONLINE Shopping, and..

Being addicted to Courier Deliveries, and visits from couriers, is not a problem that I, or anyone I know personally...

Such as a wife or a GF,...have...I mean, ....

It is not something that I must deal with in this life.

 

Do tell...

What is going on with this out-of-hand ONLINE shopping....

 

Regards,

Gamma

 

Oh, Forgot:  The Collyer Brothers.....

 

 

Note 2: The Infamous Waterloo Station Window

 

 

Note 3: Coming UNSTRUNG

 

 

If I fart in an empty elevator and then people get on the elevator do you think they will know I did it? But even more importantly, if I fart again after they get on the elevator then do you think that it would cause an even bigger stink? And if I apologize and insist that I have a mental disorder and that my name is GG do you think that they would agree that I can't be blamed for posting insatiable drivel on AN that nobody needs or wants to read?

[GammaGlobulin]

13 minutes ago, Dioj said:

I can't be blamed for posting insatiable drivel on AN

 

a. True statement

b. Also, your statement (insatiable drivel) is one of the best examples of a malapropism that I have seen on this forum, to date.

c.  Hilarious!  Do keep them coming, Sir. Please!

 

 

[brianthainess]

We are quite old now, so can't get out shopping so easily, stop your snooping you perv.

    Regards    Terry & Julie.

[Marcous]

'Gamma Goblins' was a track by Infected Mushroom.

 

 

 

[2baht]

12 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

I worry for you sanity, and mine, as well.

 

It's ok GG, you are insane!.........  Seek help!

[2baht]

10 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

 

Simply put, I fear for our sanity....

 

Meaning this, obviously:

 

 

Coo coo ka choo,

I am the egg man

am the egg man

I am the walrus!

[Dan O]

More trash posts. What you need to do is take your medication and worry about the man in your mirror and no one else.

[Old Croc]

So, you're the porch pirate neighbor who has been hassling the delivery drivers and opening our parcels. How else would you know about our garbage ordering and processing business?  Despite later claiming to not know what we order, you have already incriminated yourself.

At least I now know what you look like. Pic taken by doorbell camera . 

[GammaGlobulin]

2 hours ago, 2baht said:

It's ok GG, you are insane!.........  Seek help!

 

I would never abuse the English language by saying... "you sanity"...

I think you edited what I wrote?

 

"you sanity" if FOREIGN to me....

You see?:

 

(I did not say you sanity.  I wrote..  I worry for your sanity, and mine, as well.)

Has anyone revised my original copyrighted words, without my permission?

Orwell  warned me this might happen.

It's not an example of what is called...

 

NEWSPEAK....

 

But, it IS a REVISION of History, in fact.

 

NEWSPEAK examples include: 

 

Blackwhite

 

Bellyfeel

 

You can go to this linked site to see a nice NEWSPEAK Glossary....

https://www.translationdirectory.com/glossaries/glossary316.php

 

 

QUACK

QUACK

QUACK

 

Note, FYI:

 

 

Of course, in a world such as ours, it's just too tiring to spend the time and effort to uncover what is real, and what is not real.

And, now living in the age of AI, it is impossible to know what is ...

Real Reality

versus

Virtual Reality

 

(Therefore, I may have said what you said I said. Or, the bits and bytes may have become rearranged.  We will never know, now.  Will we.....? )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited April 28 by GammaGlobulin

[klauskunkel]

On 4/27/2024 at 10:51 PM, worgeordie said:

Your a nosey bugger , I see you twitching the curtains , what business is it of yours how i spend my hard earned money,

regards Worgeordie

If you put it like this:

 

Your a nosey bugger

I see you twitching the curtains

what business is it of yours how i spend my hard earned money

 

now you have written a haiku! 

[Old Croc]

you're

[charleskerins]

On 4/27/2024 at 8:37 PM, GammaGlobulin said:

I live quite near you.

(You live quite near me, but you are NOT me, fortunately)

 

Every day, rain or shine, I see the delivery guys delivering boxes, parcels, envelopes, packages, of all shapes and sizes, to your house, yet....

I rarely see you.

 

The delivery trucks pull up outside your gate.

They open your gate and enter your premises with the garbage you have ordered.

And then they leave.

 

I can see out my picture window, almost as if I were looking out over Waterloo Station, and all I see happening is boxes being delivered to you.

Everyday, I see so many packages sent to your door.

But, not knowing what is inside your boxes, 

It ruins my paradise.

 

Why do you receive, on average, FIVE deliveries per day?

 

Also, every day, Five Boxes!

They always go in.

I never see any boxes coming out.

I can't remember seeing any people coming out, either?

Your house must be like the NYC Flat of those Jewish Brothers....
What was their name?

What a terrifically crafted film, a true masterpiece, I believe.

But, the brothers were such hoarders.

Wait just one MINUTE:

One set of brothers: Jewish

One set of brothers: Gentile

Apparently, no significance to being one or the other.
But, that should have been obvious.

 

 

And now, with this online-ordering, thingy...

Is this just a better way for hoarders to do their thing?

They needn't exit their homes.

They can do all their hoarding by remote control, and...

The delivery couriers become....

THEIR ENABLERS!!!!!

 

Therefore, please do tell me now, while I have your attention....

What is going on at your house?

Do you have stacks and stacks of useless junk in there?

And what about the packaging?

Do you save the bubble wrap in one room, and the cardboard in another room?

Do you eat the contents of the packages? I mean, is what you order edible?

Or, do you stack all that junk in a third room?

And, where do you even sleep?

Or, DO YOU sleep??????

 

This has been going on since you moved to this neighborhood, almost opposite my house.

Will this never end?

I worry for you sanity, and mine, as well.

 

I just gotta know.  I need some resolution, here, of this puzzle.

Tell me.

Are you sick?

Do you need a shrink?

Will your house finally explode as a result of the pressure of all your online orders pushing out, against the walls of your house?

 

Please take a warning and a caution from the Collyer Brothers.

Please stop this over-the-top love affair with deliveries from your many courier friends.

If the Collyers had had Couriers, things would have reached a head, far sooner.

 

At the very least, tell me what you are doing with what you order.

And, please tell me WHY.

How did this happen to you?

 

Is it your hope that...

Someday, relying on some 12-Step Program,

You will be able to wean yourself off of your Buying Habit,

And eventually live an uncluttered and worthy life?

 

But, do you think there is actually any hope of your getting well?

 

I am just grateful that being addicted to ONLINE Shopping, and..

Being addicted to Courier Deliveries, and visits from couriers, is not a problem that I, or anyone I know personally...

Such as a wife or a GF,...have...I mean, ....

It is not something that I must deal with in this life.

 

Do tell...

What is going on with this out-of-hand ONLINE shopping....

 

Regards,

Gamma

 

Oh, Forgot:  The Collyer Brothers.....

 

 

Note 2: The Infamous Waterloo Station Window

 

 

Note 3: Coming UNSTRUNG

 

 

 

 

 

there is no gate

[jesimps]

On 4/27/2024 at 8:37 PM, GammaGlobulin said:

I live quite near you.

(You live quite near me, but you are NOT me, fortunately)

 

Every day, rain or shine, I see the delivery guys delivering boxes, parcels, envelopes, packages, of all shapes and sizes, to your house, yet....

I rarely see you.

 

The delivery trucks pull up outside your gate.

They open your gate and enter your premises with the garbage you have ordered.

And then they leave.

 

I can see out my picture window, almost as if I were looking out over Waterloo Station, and all I see happening is boxes being delivered to you.

Everyday, I see so many packages sent to your door.

But, not knowing what is inside your boxes, 

It ruins my paradise.

 

Why do you receive, on average, FIVE deliveries per day?

 

Also, every day, Five Boxes!

They always go in.

I never see any boxes coming out.

I can't remember seeing any people coming out, either?

Your house must be like the NYC Flat of those Jewish Brothers....
What was their name?

What a terrifically crafted film, a true masterpiece, I believe.

But, the brothers were such hoarders.

Wait just one MINUTE:

One set of brothers: Jewish

One set of brothers: Gentile

Apparently, no significance to being one or the other.
But, that should have been obvious.

 

 

And now, with this online-ordering, thingy...

Is this just a better way for hoarders to do their thing?

They needn't exit their homes.

They can do all their hoarding by remote control, and...

The delivery couriers become....

THEIR ENABLERS!!!!!

 

Therefore, please do tell me now, while I have your attention....

What is going on at your house?

Do you have stacks and stacks of useless junk in there?

And what about the packaging?

Do you save the bubble wrap in one room, and the cardboard in another room?

Do you eat the contents of the packages? I mean, is what you order edible?

Or, do you stack all that junk in a third room?

And, where do you even sleep?

Or, DO YOU sleep??????

 

This has been going on since you moved to this neighborhood, almost opposite my house.

Will this never end?

I worry for you sanity, and mine, as well.

 

I just gotta know.  I need some resolution, here, of this puzzle.

Tell me.

Are you sick?

Do you need a shrink?

Will your house finally explode as a result of the pressure of all your online orders pushing out, against the walls of your house?

 

Please take a warning and a caution from the Collyer Brothers.

Please stop this over-the-top love affair with deliveries from your many courier friends.

If the Collyers had had Couriers, things would have reached a head, far sooner.

 

At the very least, tell me what you are doing with what you order.

And, please tell me WHY.

How did this happen to you?

 

Is it your hope that...

Someday, relying on some 12-Step Program,

You will be able to wean yourself off of your Buying Habit,

And eventually live an uncluttered and worthy life?

 

But, do you think there is actually any hope of your getting well?

 

I am just grateful that being addicted to ONLINE Shopping, and..

Being addicted to Courier Deliveries, and visits from couriers, is not a problem that I, or anyone I know personally...

Such as a wife or a GF,...have...I mean, ....

It is not something that I must deal with in this life.

 

Do tell...

What is going on with this out-of-hand ONLINE shopping....

 

Regards,

Gamma

 

Oh, Forgot:  The Collyer Brothers.....

 

 

Note 2: The Infamous Waterloo Station Window

 

 

Note 3: Coming UNSTRUNG

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sounds like my missus. She must have Lazada and Shoppee on overtime and it's all junk. Still, if it keeps her happy and off my back.....

[jippytum]

post. Utter garbage from a curtain twitcher. Mind your our business and get a life

[ignore it]

Yep, 

 

Maybe check out some of the many excellent articles on Google about adjusting psyc drug dosages.

[GammaGlobulin]

1 hour ago, jesimps said:

Sounds like my missus. She must have Lazada and Shoppee on overtime and it's all junk. Still, if it keeps her happy and off my back.....

"It's all junk."

 

Haha, yes.

 

The American consumer movement, and the American compulsion to consume, is not about obtaining what one needs.

Rather, the American Consumer derives pleasure solely from the very act of finding and obtaining anything (junk or not) that is for sale.

 

When consuming, Americans, who are the consummate consumers of the world, rarely take Quality into consideration, nor do they care much about alliteration, it seems.