This is a woefully sad tale.
The Man from Fedex comes to deliver my package. He requires a signature.
Man from Fedex: How old are you?
Man from Fedex: Then you can't sign for this.
Me: (affronted) It's my package!
Man from Fedex: It's my job.
Me: But that's my name, right there!
Man from Fedex: Yeah, but you've got to be 21 or older to sign for it. Can you get the super to sign for you?
Me: ?! (looks around for super's number, can't find it)
Man from Fedex: I'll come back tomorrow.
Me: I can't sign for it tomorrow; it's my Sabbath.
Man from Fedex: So on Tuesday.
Me: (thinking- what good does that do me? no one over 21 will be here on Tuesday) How about if I call the person who sent me the package and they tell you they give me permission to accept the package?
Man from Fedex: Nope. See you Tuesday. I'll try to find the super but otherwise, Tuesday it is.
Me: (thinks- OMG.)
I cannot wait to be 21.