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thebratqueenSo I'm supposed to be taking a nap, because I'm very tired. However when I get home from work I see an email from a place where I ordered one of my possible Connexions banquet dresses from. I check the email because I wrote to them this weekend to say the dress hadn't arrived yet and I want to know what's going on.
Well, according to them the dress DID arrive. Airborne Express delivered it to me! Here's the tracking number to prove it.
I look it up on the website. Yeah, Airborne Express DID deliver it. TO SOMEONE ELSE.
Obviously I'm not going to give out my real address in a public forum like this, but let's say that if I lived at 12 Main Street, Apt 3, they delivered it to 806 Broadway. In another city.
I call up Airborne Express. Hi, I say, all friendly-like. Why do you say I have my package when I don't?
Oh, the chick says to me. We delivered it!
Yes, I say. To another address in another city.
Oh no, she says. It was delivered to 806 Broadway in my city.
Well that's nice, I say. However I don't LIVE at 806 Broadway. I live at 12 Main St, Apt 3. And the second address is the one that's on the receipt, which I can see on the website. Can we possibly see where the problem comes in?
It was delivered, she reminds me.
Yes, I remind her. To an address which in no way, shape or form looks anything like mine. Can we play a wacky game where the package that's supposed to be delivered to me gets to me?
We'll send a driver out to see if the package is still there, she says, and she'll call me tomorrow.
Right.
I look up 806 Broadway on Mapquest. It's not that far from me. I still really need a nap, but I figure on the odd chance that this is a business let me run over there right now while they might still be open to see if my package is there. Because, as happened last week at work (although not by us but to us with another business that got a box of ours by mistake), I know that sometimes delivery services like this can drop lots of boxes off at a business, the business doesn't check the boxes until they need what they ordered, and only then do they realize what went wrong and make the correction.
So off I go.
Nope. No business. Private home. In which, to all appearances, nobody's home. And, as you might imagine, as the package was left by the front door on March 13, it's not there now.
So either somebody came by and swiped it off their front porch, or they found the package on their front step and decided that the Airborne Express fairy decided to leave them a dress with someone else's name and address on it. Wasn't that nice of them?
And isn't it nice, too, for me to be sitting here wondering if the receipt in the box had my credit card information on it? Because then I'll need to deal with the hassle of cancelling that card. Yay! Fun for me!
So, in conclusion:
Airborne Express = morons
The people at 806 Broadway, whose address has also been changed to protect the not so innocent = fuckwits who stole my package and possibly my credit card information.
I'm thrilled to be dealing with this while I'm so tired. Esp since I have now missed the window in which I could've taken a healing catnap. Thank you Airborne Express!
Well, according to them the dress DID arrive. Airborne Express delivered it to me! Here's the tracking number to prove it.
I look it up on the website. Yeah, Airborne Express DID deliver it. TO SOMEONE ELSE.
Obviously I'm not going to give out my real address in a public forum like this, but let's say that if I lived at 12 Main Street, Apt 3, they delivered it to 806 Broadway. In another city.
I call up Airborne Express. Hi, I say, all friendly-like. Why do you say I have my package when I don't?
Oh, the chick says to me. We delivered it!
Yes, I say. To another address in another city.
Oh no, she says. It was delivered to 806 Broadway in my city.
Well that's nice, I say. However I don't LIVE at 806 Broadway. I live at 12 Main St, Apt 3. And the second address is the one that's on the receipt, which I can see on the website. Can we possibly see where the problem comes in?
It was delivered, she reminds me.
Yes, I remind her. To an address which in no way, shape or form looks anything like mine. Can we play a wacky game where the package that's supposed to be delivered to me gets to me?
We'll send a driver out to see if the package is still there, she says, and she'll call me tomorrow.
Right.
I look up 806 Broadway on Mapquest. It's not that far from me. I still really need a nap, but I figure on the odd chance that this is a business let me run over there right now while they might still be open to see if my package is there. Because, as happened last week at work (although not by us but to us with another business that got a box of ours by mistake), I know that sometimes delivery services like this can drop lots of boxes off at a business, the business doesn't check the boxes until they need what they ordered, and only then do they realize what went wrong and make the correction.
So off I go.
Nope. No business. Private home. In which, to all appearances, nobody's home. And, as you might imagine, as the package was left by the front door on March 13, it's not there now.
So either somebody came by and swiped it off their front porch, or they found the package on their front step and decided that the Airborne Express fairy decided to leave them a dress with someone else's name and address on it. Wasn't that nice of them?
And isn't it nice, too, for me to be sitting here wondering if the receipt in the box had my credit card information on it? Because then I'll need to deal with the hassle of cancelling that card. Yay! Fun for me!
So, in conclusion:
Airborne Express = morons
The people at 806 Broadway, whose address has also been changed to protect the not so innocent = fuckwits who stole my package and possibly my credit card information.
I'm thrilled to be dealing with this while I'm so tired. Esp since I have now missed the window in which I could've taken a healing catnap. Thank you Airborne Express!
