Relativity physicists need to talk to the USPS, who apparently can defy time

My expected package has a latest status of processing in White Plains at 6:25 p.m. today, when it's, uh, only 5:54.

Believe me, I would have gone with anyone else. It took two days for the package to get out of California, and I still curse whatever postal worker decided to take one of my Netflix rentals home last week. (When it took three days to arrive back instead of the usual one, what else could it be.)