My stroller is here!

I'm lucky it even made it here. The box got so beat up in transit that the shipping label was ripped and all they could make out was my street name, not the number: they thought it was either a 2 or a 12 (it was a 2). The mailman backed his truck up to the door and said "Did anyone order a stroller?" I said yes, and he gave it to me. He didn't even ask for any proof. He could've gone to any of my neighbors and any one of them could've claimed it and taken it. I'm hoping none of my neighbors would've done that, but you know how it is these days. People are all sorts of f***** up. Good thing he came to my house first!