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I am officially out of my storage unit as of yesterday, and the very last box I loaded into my car brought back some fond memories.
Two years ago, I had a prescription overnighted via USPS from Walgreens. Tracking showed that the package had arrived, but it was nowhere to be seen. I left a very polite note in my mailbox for the postal worker, inquiring as to whether she remembered seeing it. She left a note in return that yes, she had my package, but she wasn’t sure it was for me. I leave another note asking what I can do to prove the package is mine (??). She then leaves another note that says, verbatim, “I’ll get to it when I get to it.” She finally delivers the package a full five days later.
I could have written to her supervisor, but I wanted a more satisfying revenge for her incompetence.
So I went to the post office down the street and mailed myself a box of dictionaries, which the postal worker then had to carry up two flights of stairs to my apartment. Since we had only communicated via notes up to that point, she didn’t put together who I was, and was all friendly to me, making a joke about how heavy the box was and how far she had to climb.
My reply: “It’s a shame they give women these jobs.” Silence.
Every week, I mailed myself that same exact box of dictionaries, with my address clearly listed in both the TO: and FROM: sections. Every week, she had to climb those stairs and bring it to me.
Moral of the story: don’t mess with my package delivery.
I think I’m in love! That has got to be one of the funniest and most employment specific revenges I’ve ever heard of and really, the USPS does need to be punished repeatedly
Comment by Scott — February 1, 2008 @ 10:17 am
Everyday I discover a little more awesomeness in you and especially enjoy that the books were dictionaries. Them’s learning books, and you taught her a lesson
Comment by An Bui — February 1, 2008 @ 10:23 am
That is too funny.
Comment by MildHazard — February 1, 2008 @ 1:51 pm
That is so very cruel but I commend you for doing it.
It’s good she didn’t get sick of it and claim you were not home so it would be left at the central office for you to have to go pick up manually — I’ve been scolded with this option many a time.
Comment by Zach Hale — February 1, 2008 @ 11:26 pm
Being sent to an office in the boondocks…I know that one. The most offending incident was a “registered” piece of mail that they could not tell me who the sender was over the phone…I was really angry that day as it turned out to be a JUNKMAIL offer (register,mind you). This was a city that literally made you go to another city to get your registered letters and bigger packages….claiming it was closer (when it wasn’t). Luckily I don’t live there now, but I had started ignoring notices when I knew that I wasn’t expecting anything from whatever company.
Comment by thebluestbutterfly — March 13, 2008 @ 12:35 am