So I live in an apartment complex with a somewhat confusing mailbox system - ie the mailboxes don't match up to your apartment number, but rather rely on a different numerical system. Numerous times I've had mail delivered into my mailbox that isn't for me.
90% of the time I do the polite, kind thing and walk the mail over to the person's apartment in person. (The other 10% of the time I chuck it back in the mailbox so the idiot mailman can try again).
Today during my lunch hour, I decide to check on the delivery status of my Amazon.com pre-ordered Civ4.
HOORAH!! It's been delivered.
Rush home to my mail box, grab the key for the larger boxes USPS gives you when the package won't fit in your box, and open up the bigger box.
Package in their ain't mine.
Cool. No worries. Person who's package I have probably has my package. Walk her package over to her. Elderly lady. She doesn't have my package. She has checked her mail.
Dumb ass postman has put the key (MY KEY FOR MY GAME) into some random mailbox.
I'm left hoping whoever has my Amazon package is a decent human being, not a thief, and will walk my package over to me.
Unfortunately, my faith in humanity has run thin over the past several years, so I think I may be screwed, and with absolutely zero recourse as far as I know.
Man I'm pissed.
90% of the time I do the polite, kind thing and walk the mail over to the person's apartment in person. (The other 10% of the time I chuck it back in the mailbox so the idiot mailman can try again).
Today during my lunch hour, I decide to check on the delivery status of my Amazon.com pre-ordered Civ4.
HOORAH!! It's been delivered.
Rush home to my mail box, grab the key for the larger boxes USPS gives you when the package won't fit in your box, and open up the bigger box.
Package in their ain't mine.
Cool. No worries. Person who's package I have probably has my package. Walk her package over to her. Elderly lady. She doesn't have my package. She has checked her mail.
Dumb ass postman has put the key (MY KEY FOR MY GAME) into some random mailbox.
I'm left hoping whoever has my Amazon package is a decent human being, not a thief, and will walk my package over to me.
Unfortunately, my faith in humanity has run thin over the past several years, so I think I may be screwed, and with absolutely zero recourse as far as I know.
Man I'm pissed.
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