The nice UPS guy comes to my door and hands me a package. I thank him, and all’s well…
Except…
The package was addressed to my Post Office Box.
UPS accepted the package from the sender, looked me up in some directory or other, and found my home address that way. Then they came to my home address to deliver the package.
Um…
I don’t like this. I have a P.O. Box for two reasons: security and privacy. My home isn’t in the best neighborhood in the world, and if I hadn’t been home, and the delivery guy had left the package on my doorstep, it likely would have been ripped off.
And…suppose I’d been ordering sex toys or something, and my dear sainted white-haired mother had received it and opened it! I have a P.O. Box for a REASON!
UPS should have told the sender, “Sorry, we can’t accept that package into our system, because we cannot deliver it as addressed.” Instead, they took it, solved the riddle of how to get it to me, and did so.
Good for them for ingenuity; good detective work. But bad corporate policy. I wish they wouldn’t do that.
I contacted them, and got some fluff from a customer service rep. It took three emails before they even seemed to comprehend the point I was trying to make.
(In long ago days, when I lived out in the countryside, miles from town, they used to deliver my packages to my uncle, who lived in town. Same last name. NOT the right thing to do. I don’t know if they commit that sin any more.)
Not a fan of UPS…