I do kind of enjoy when an unimportant package is insisting it's going to arrive on time like a kid staying up past their bedtime.

"I can make it by 8!"
"Buddy, it's 6 PM and you're in California."
"Look, see, I was just pretending. I'm almost there!"
"It's 7:45 and you just made it to Phoenix. Look, it's okay, I promise I'll let you finish your delivery tomorrow."
"But I don't waaaaaaanna' get sorted in Aaaaaarizona!"