I am too tired to work up some creatively frothy rant, but yesterday I came home from school as usual. I drive into the garage and come in that way, bypassing the front door, so I typically don’t notice that I’ve gotten a delivery unless the box is really big and obvious from the street. So about 20 minutes later, Dominic gets home from school. He does come in the front door, so he’s my little mailman. He comes in saying “there was an open box on the porch”.
I had ordered some software a couple of days ago. Paid $150 for it, and had it shipped FedEx 2nd day (it was only $1.99 for shipping). The FedEx people, rather than getting my signature, left the package on the porch. This happens often, and has never been a problem.
Well, this package was open. The tape had very clearly been cut with a sharp object. The box was empty except for styrofoam peanuts and a packing slip. The software had been removed.
I called the police and they sent an officer out. Dominic and I gave our report and got a report number. Contacted the company I ordered it from, gave them the police report number. They said they will file a claim with FedEx that could take 4-6 weeks. In the meantime I don’t have my software.
I emailed them asking what was going to happen next… were they going to send me a new one, or should I dispute the charge with my credit card company and re-order the software? I haven’t heard back yet.
But anyway, fuck you, anonymous person who stole my stuff. You suck.
I hate to break it to you, but the girl was in on it from the git-go, she thinks the guy who blackmailed her dad into stealing the software is in love with her and wants to run away to Vegas with her so they can get married, little dreaming that he’s actually got a wife and three kids and he’s just using her to get the software so he can hock it and pay off his gambling debts before the mob enforcer catches up with him.
Maybe there was a male bomb inside the package. The Fed-Ex man heard the ticking, drove to Blockbuster, rented Ten Things I Hate About You, drove home, and successfully deactivated the bomb; thus saving the day once again!
I hate it when a package is rammed through a just too small letterbox or left on a street side front door :rolleyes:
Even if a signature isn’t required, if a postman/woman in the UK can’t put a package through the letterbox or get someone to open the door they should leave a slip that says so and return the package to the sorting office. Do they do this? Not always…
I had not known that explosive devices were sexually differentiated, but this does explain a lot: the common analogy of an orgasm to an explosion, for example, and in particular the 50s tendency to speak of a starlet as a “blonde bombshell.” Now I know why; thanks, Sunspace!