Dear FedEx:

I love you.

How is it that you so consistently don't suck?

You've never done me wrong.  Ever.

I ask for the impossible, and you say, "Sure, we can do that. No sweat."
Impossible things like complicated print jobs with tabs and colors all compiled and collated beautifully in a location 2000 miles away from my home, by a super-friendly person, no less.
Or other impossible things like a rush job of 25 student binders turned around in less than 16 hours for a last-minute class.
Or like bringing my lost cell phone from Toronto right to my front door by way of a friendly delivery man.

And you do all this with a smile, and without charging something ludicrous. You're even nice enough to toss me a discount because I'm a teeny tiny small business.


I do not believe in wearing logos on my clothes, but I would totally get a FedEx tattoo. Right on my butt. Right next to the Entemann's one. 
That's how much I love you.

xoxo

    ** Jill + FedEx **
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