Since Devon is a student and gets a reduced-cost Amazon Prime membership, and since I never feel like running errands when I get home from work, we order our fair share of packages. I’ve been known to order boring things like razors and shoe polish just because it’s easier to find it on Amazon than the wander through Walmart.
This past week I was expecting a package from MyHabit, an Amazon affiliate with daily deals, with a super sweet cast iron pan. Of course I had been tracking it (who wouldn’t track their super sweet cast iron pan) and was sad when it wasn’t there when I got home. I was still sad when it didn’t show up any time during the evening. (Sometimes we don’t get packages to our house until 7 or 8 at night.) The next day I checked the tracking and it said this:
It looks like the poor carrier couldn’t find our house, and thought it didn’t exist. Our favorite part, though, is the solution that I circled in red. I guess when they can’t find a house, they send a postcard? Really? If they thought the house didn’t exist, what good would sending a postcard do? I love that the US Postal Service is bankrupt, but UPS still trusts their greater skills in tracking me down. The annoying thing is that UPS was at the house earlier that day trying to drop off a package from Devon. That one required a signature, so they left a note on the door. I thought about taking a picture of that note and sending it to UPS on a postcard, but I don’t think they would get the humor in the situation.
Luckily, after several e-mails and phone calls between me, the sender, and UPS, they have agreed to try to re-deliver on Monday.
Hopefully they will find the house this time.