Friday, March 28, 2003
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
So I call UPS. And I explain that I did in fact receive the postcard and it is my package and they can just send the package to that same address. They asked me for directions. That's right, UPS, a MAIL SERVICE, is incapable of finding a complex concept like Louisiana avenue, A MARKED PUBLIC STREET. Once again, I am taken aback.
So I give them directions to my apartment. This is only slightly less painful than giving directions to the Chinese woman at the take-out place, as I only have to spell ‘Louisiana’ 3 times for the UPS people. By this point I am marveling at the idea that getting my mail hinges upon my ability to give directions SIMPLER than the ones we give the stoner pizza boy who always gets lost anyway.
So I’m back to my original quandary: WHO DELIVERED THE POSTCARD? I can only assume that it was sent by US mail. So if the card was sent US mail and THEY can find my place, then who the hell is UPS hiring? Who are they hiring, and why can they not call the local post office and ask for directions? Is the rivalry that heated? Will violence and gunplay ensue? We’ll find out tomorrow when my package either does, or does not show up. (Wow! A cliffhanger!)
I’m Ford W. Maverick, and I’ll see you in hell.