In what could very well be the tale of the century for die-hard package delivery enthusiasts, one Memphis-based FedEx employee decided it was high time he embarked on a more glittery venture. Antwone Tate, it seems, took the concept of “special delivery” a tad too literally. The drama unfolded when Tate, rather fond of monopoly-sized treasures, allegedly helped himself to an array of packages, transforming them into his secret stash of valuable goodies.
The debut act in this saga of shiny temptations starred an $8,500 diamond ring that somehow found its way out of the delivery universe and into a place more suited for Gollum’s collection. Sapphire dreams, anyone? But wait, the script unfolds further with nearly $14,000 in gold bars—a fitting addition to Tate’s seemingly burgeoning quest for all things opulent and bright. A quest that took him to a pawn shop, the unassuming backdrop where luxury artifacts began to surface again, thanks to someone who must have failed to read the chapter on anonymity 101. In an almost Shakespearean twist, those polished bars pointed back to Tate, courtesy of his very own driver’s license as the beacon of truth.
And yet, the saga of sparkling riches doesn’t end here. Much like a classic heist movie, the script adds an enticing element of nostalgia with Tate’s third act of bravado. That is, receding into the annals of time came a parcel packed with baseball relics—a thrill for any connoisseur worth their weight in crackerjacks. However, the timeline of these prickly capers involved more drool-worthy objects: a 1915 Cracker Jack Chief Bender and the highly coveted 1933 Goudey Sport Kings Ty Cobb card. Vintage baseball cards that would cause any collector to break out in a cold sweat at just the mention of them. Collectively valued at a cool $6,800, these relics mysteriously appeared as bids in the digital galaxies of eBay, shepherded along by seller antta_57 — imagine the shock when it traced directly back to our side-hustling hero, Tate.
As this drama unfolded, FedEx wasted no time in issuing the corporate equivalent of a swift, “You’re fired!” A statement reminded every employee, customer, and onlooker that “theft, alas, is not included in training 101.” Apparently, having not received the memo, Tate now faces charges of theft of property for his glittery escapades.
And as for the curious subtext of disappearance at FedEx, it gives a whole new meaning to “out for delivery.” In less immortal words, when you track your prized package and the parcel seems to venture into another dimension, it might be rewarding—albeit curiosity-kills-the-cat-style—to peek into the digital inquiry of eBay. But do ensure that you’re not bidding on anything suspiciously listed by a vendor named antta_58—a safety tip for wannabe sleuths of the cybernetic realm.
Meanwhile, for avid followers of “gateway adventures of glitter and cards,” the case of Antwone Tate serves as an almost picturesque allegory of a wayward worker misinterpreting the definition of “side hustle.” He re-illustrates an age-old moral drawn from every tale of mischief under the sun—mark the drawing board of one’s ambitions with wisdom, because the road to treasure is fraught with digressions and missteps worthy at most, of lore—a tale for the ages. For sensible folks acknowledging reality, though, just remember: delivery jobs are about the paths your parcels take, not the feathers you add to a gilded nest.
But fear not citizens, let the Fates unfurl more colorful scrolls, for perhaps they’ll inspire upright tales of honor, duty, and diamonds staying where they belong—against all pawn shop odds.
