I ordered something. Every morning I checked my online tracker as it went from Groveport, Ohio, to Cincinatti, to Richmond and alas to San Francisco. I had it shipped to my work to ensure delivery (reception stays at the desk till 6pm).So it was odd when the 1st delivery attempt was on a Saturday- hmmm. I called the following Monday and the guy on the phone said if I didn't get it today then call tomorrow. I pointed out that the end of the day was 15 minutes away and he insisted on giving it a chance.
Tuesday I check and see that they tried to redeliver at 5:23 pm- HMMM. So now I'm thinking my parcel has the wrong address or something. I called the PO again and this time battled with your typical disgruntled government employee. Oh, I got frustrated after her incessant cutting me off to tell me there was nothing I could do except wait or come get the package. And despite my "man, this woman is a hose beast" impression, I was fine with that.
So naturally I tried to give her my parcel number so she could tell me if it was at the PO or with a Newman (mail delivery person). Here's where my patience ran thin.
She said, "I can'tlook it up and I can't get up from my seat and the guy who can help you is too busy right now. It hurts when I walk and I'm not going to move."
Cho said, "Can I get the guy's number then?"
She said, "This is it. This is the number."
Cho said, "Oh. So I have to deal with you? That's too bad."
She said, "Excuse me?"
Cho said, "nothing."
She said, "blah blah blah walking hurts blah blah not going to move from seat blah blah, the only thing you can do is go to the PO."
Cho said, "I'm really sorry to hear that."
I went to the Post Office. A Newman had it so it was a wasted trip.
In conclusion, I think I'm turning into a bi-atch. I hope this is just two isolated incidents. Or, as many people with weiners would say, "Man, that bitch must be on her period."
And what was this package I toiled over? A video game.
