The days crawled by like sap creeping down a tree trunk. I kept waiting for the tickets to arrive. Every day, I'd run to the mailbox thinking they would be there waiting for me. I would watch the white postal truck make its way down our property from the main road. I would think to myself, Please be there; please be there!
I had ordered tickets to the concert five weeks and two days ago. The ad said that I would receive the tickets in four to six weeks. At the four-week mark, I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw a small blue box in the mail. It turned out to be replacement checks for my mom. I wanted to kick the mailbox over when I realized it wasn't for me.
How does the narrator feel at the very end of the passage?