So? Who’s still there? The butter tarts only last so long.
I know, I could check out the old threads and do a little of my own legwork. But what do I look like, a cheap P.I.? I don’t get paid by the hour (plus expenses). And think of the tax to the server. There could be some out of state fees too. It’s just not worth it. (To me anyway, I got my package-derm. My mahout loves me.)
Something might come from this, but this is me, so probably not. You might be able to guilt your Elephanteer into getting their caboose in gear if your plea is pitiful enough. Probably not, but you can try.
-Rue. (who’s curious) (and interested, too)
Yeah, I’m here too. I haven’t made much noise, but I figured you’d start feeding me butter tarts, and frankly, those things go straight to my thighs (much like everything else I eat).
But yeah, I’m waiting. I did get an e-mail about three weeks ago from Pammipoo, apologizing for not getting the elephant on its way before, but that she was going to the post office the next day to send it.
It’s still not here, and I’m starting to worry she only paid enough postage for a swimsuit for the poor elephant, and that it’s now somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, frantically paddling towards Sweden.
The only thing that really sucks is that I shipped my shit half way around the world (Australia) and didn’t get jack in return (except a very nice thank you from TheLoadedDog). Not to sound like a scrooge, but it was kinda expensive to ship. Not that I minded, I wouldn’t have done it if I had, but to be left cold janked and on the couch is kinda disappointing .
[sub]I still have mine in the back seat of my car waiting to go to the post office[/sub]
But it’s okay! Well, sort of, since my recipient isn’t one of the above complainants. Every time I get into my car I think to myself, “I really should drop that off at the post office and stop feeling guilty, already.”
I’m on the couch. I ate half the butter tarts, I drank all the hot buttered rum, I sang a verse of “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry”, and I got nuthin’. Not a box, not an e-mail, not a peep. Every day I run home… to a sad, empty mailbox. I’m beginning to think I’ve been dissed.
I still haven’t received a pale pachy either, nor even an email about the delay :(. Hmm, wonder who Ino is referring to ;). Well, a girl can wish, can’t she, 'specially while she’s sitting here putting on pounds. Hand over another one of those butter tarts, please.
[sub]Oh and thanksseawitch for drinking all the rum :p.[/sub]
I actually did consider making the thing swim to you…the postage on that damn thing was out the roof! But the post office guy talked me out of the boat method, that would get him to you in a good 3 months. So I paid the $36 shipping, and he said it should be there in 2-3 weeks by plane. But with all the crap happening with the planes right now, and all the crap happening with the mail, it’s jinxed. Not to mention my post office notoriously sucks. If they return this package like they did the last thing I sent, I’m gonna close my eyes and throw it…it’ll prolly get closer to Sweden than any other method…
We still have scotch. Soon we’ll be forced to start on the vodka, then the gin. When we make it all the way down to retsina, time to give up and go home.
Anyone want to help me do my dishes while we’re all here?
[sup]Gosh, an email would be nice, wouldn’t it. Just a little email, telling me that happiness has been delayed for some reason, or that the post office must have misplaced it because it should be here…[/sup]
Well I was sitting on Cheffy’s lap until he stood up and dumped me on the floor when his elephant arrived. I made some brownies, now Mr. DeDay’s looks good I think I’ll try it out. (BTW I remailed my person’s elephant last week I was given the wrong address at first and it came back.)
Rue, I had to check out dictionary.com because I didn’t know what the heck this meant. And I needed to make sure you weren’t subtly calling me a rude name.
Did you know of this word pre-White Elephant? I am tres impressed with your worldly knowledge.
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