So, I had my biggest order to date, which Steve express mailed to me last thursday afternoon. This was a special express he gave me over the phone, as he'd put some special extra in, I forgot to ask for the tracking number, but from my past experience I had no problems there.
Been checking the mail, and, well, when it still hadn't arrived yesterday (Monday), I dropped Steve a msg to ask if I could get the tracking #.
Well, I forgot he's on vacation, but he replied anyway, gave me Mark's phone # and told me to call.
I called this morning, first thing, Mark answered on the spot, and I had the tracking # a minute later, and Mark also told me it was flagged as delivered.
So I checked online, and sure enough, it was marked as delivered.
Now, I know it's not, as there's nothing in the mailbox, no card, and there's been someone home 24/7, so I'm a little baffled.
I call the post office, and I get the postmaster, who checks it out for me, tells me it has been delivered, and after a little discussion I decide I'll ring home and have the wife take a trip to the apartment's front office to see if there's anything they might know.
And.. they had it. since Friday. When I get home, I'll perhaps ask why the hell they didn't let us know, either by a slip in our mailbox, a telephone call, or even just walk it over, however I can't think of any good reason, so I'm probably better off not asking that question
It's got a present for the wife in it so she's not allowed to open it, which is irritating her I'm sure.
We've been over-refilling the last couple of days anyway, so I'm now kinda accustomed to my cola with a hint of sock, although it's slowly becoming indistinguishable from my cappuccino with a hint of sock or my red bull with a hint of sock, or rather, it's slowly become 'old sock with a hint of cola'
But, thanks to Steve and Mark and V4L for a) expressing it for me (overnight, from chicago to dallas, in fact, less than 24 hours, I mean, had I got it when it arrived) and for their immediate assistance in getting what I needed. Thanks also to lewisville USPS - the Postmaster there is a good one.
And apartment complex management: you can go to hell. Don't keep a man separated from his vape, it's just not cool.
OK. Rant over. Not sure why you even read this far.
Been checking the mail, and, well, when it still hadn't arrived yesterday (Monday), I dropped Steve a msg to ask if I could get the tracking #.
Well, I forgot he's on vacation, but he replied anyway, gave me Mark's phone # and told me to call.
I called this morning, first thing, Mark answered on the spot, and I had the tracking # a minute later, and Mark also told me it was flagged as delivered.
So I checked online, and sure enough, it was marked as delivered.
Now, I know it's not, as there's nothing in the mailbox, no card, and there's been someone home 24/7, so I'm a little baffled.
I call the post office, and I get the postmaster, who checks it out for me, tells me it has been delivered, and after a little discussion I decide I'll ring home and have the wife take a trip to the apartment's front office to see if there's anything they might know.
And.. they had it. since Friday. When I get home, I'll perhaps ask why the hell they didn't let us know, either by a slip in our mailbox, a telephone call, or even just walk it over, however I can't think of any good reason, so I'm probably better off not asking that question
It's got a present for the wife in it so she's not allowed to open it, which is irritating her I'm sure
.We've been over-refilling the last couple of days anyway, so I'm now kinda accustomed to my cola with a hint of sock, although it's slowly becoming indistinguishable from my cappuccino with a hint of sock or my red bull with a hint of sock, or rather, it's slowly become 'old sock with a hint of cola'
But, thanks to Steve and Mark and V4L for a) expressing it for me (overnight, from chicago to dallas, in fact, less than 24 hours, I mean, had I got it when it arrived) and for their immediate assistance in getting what I needed. Thanks also to lewisville USPS - the Postmaster there is a good one.
And apartment complex management: you can go to hell. Don't keep a man separated from his vape, it's just not cool.
OK. Rant over. Not sure why you even read this far.
