tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703107.post5591760040276363888..comments2024-03-27T14:02:33.261-05:00Comments on Churp, Churp: Po' POCrickethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622985406269216862noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703107.post-23142876020969560472007-05-31T13:14:00.000-05:002007-05-31T13:14:00.000-05:00My friend, as I live and breathe...I called the PO...My friend, as I live and breathe...<BR/><BR/>I called the PO supervisor this morning to say that I was not comfortable with how the conversation went, that I am afraid about my mail delivery. He said he had a long conversation with the guy afterwards and it was made miniscule in the grand scope, my words. Supposedly Will.em is okay with it.<BR/><BR/>The supervisor didn't have my paper with the price, so I faxed it over. He called a little later and asked if a check made out to me would be alright. I said it would, so it's supposed to be in my box today.<BR/><BR/>I still feel like this'll bite me in the ass, so make sure when I complain of identity theft, late support checks, and deliquent DVDs, you remind me of Will.em.<BR/><BR/>I'll be making a copy of his check, too, so it'll make researching him much easier. HA!Crickethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13622985406269216862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703107.post-5455267918175710502007-05-31T11:04:00.000-05:002007-05-31T11:04:00.000-05:00I'm a firm believer that the term "going postal" s...I'm a firm believer that the term "going postal" should only be used to describe the acts of the customer AFTER dealing with a crappy postal carrier.<BR/><BR/>True story. Last week while our fence was being installed, the fence dorks parked their trucks in front of my mailbox and the mailbox of my neighbor. I saw an issue immediately but it was relatively early in the day and I thought I would ask them to move around 11am - our delivery twat usually comes about 2. Except this day - this day she came at 10:30 - pulled into my cul-de-sac, saw the trucks blocking the boxes and screated out of the cul-de-sac without even so much as a honk of her horn. It should be mentioned that I am *always* home - always. She NEVER leaves packages at my door or at my box, she honks her horn and I come running. She never gets out of her car and she's ALWAYS on her cell phone - something that irritates me to no end. She doesn't say hi, bye, kiss my ass, or anything - just shoves packages at me. On two occasions, I've watched from my window as she struggled to get her fat arm inside my box (lol - how many times do you use that sentence) and gave up, leaving my outbound mail inside the mailbox and putting the flag down. (Can you say, illegal?) Now, the trucks were blocking the boxes and I should have said something - but I still thought I had time. I wouldn't have cared but 1) I was expected Netflix movies and 2) my neighbor had outbound mail. So I called the postmaster and regailed my tales of woe to her and after she got done chewing me out for not having the trucks moved from away from the front of the boxes, she apologized that the delivery twat didn't honk her horn or god forbid, get her ass out of the car and at the minimum get my neighbors outbound mail. Within 10 minutes, the postmaster was at my house apologizing and I haven't seen the delivery twat since. LOL What comes around goes around...<BR/><BR/>Glad you're at least getting your money back. I have no doubt he's enjoying his new mp3 players.Kelliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184480869468994noreply@blogger.com