Today I received this pathetic looking box.
How hard is it to deliver a box without totally destroying it? It really makes me wonder how frequently things like this happen. And what about the postal employee at fault? Does she just look at the crushed box, shrug her shoulders, and toss it in the bin? At the very least, I would have appreciated an apologetic note.
I sat with the box for about an hour, trying to decide whether I should just open it now, or take it to the post office and open it in front of an employee, so that they could see that I was not at fault if the item inside was broken.
I eventually decided to open it, as I hadn’t paid the extra $1.35 for insurance, which meant that the post office wasn’t likely to be sympathetic, no matter how hard I cried. Moreover, I don’t like the people who work at our local post office. Back in Cheney, Nancy and Joe (that’s right, I know them by name) were the friendliest postal employees I had ever met. Now I’m stuck with three mean guys. One of them is particularly evil, and =every time= I go in there, he’s the one who ends up helping me. I’m not kidding.
Fear not, however, as the item I had ordered was unscathed. Perhaps next time I’ll pay the extra $1.35, just to be sure.0 People like this. Be the first!