Oh, for Heaven's sake, NFC! Hard as you work, you havin' to get stuff goin' here, too? Least I could have wandered in here and given you a hand, sheesh!
Coffee's good, though.
Mornin, y'all!
Well, Critter is a happy camper; his battery-powered trimmer
finally arrived. He got it from a guy selling stuff on eBay. The seller is in Georgia; Critter got the tracking number when it shipped, and followed it as it wandered from hub to hub here in North Carolina (seriously, it could have gotten to Wilmington faster on horseback). But things really went south when it got to the local post office. For years and years, any package that wouldn't fit in a mailbox stayed at the PO, and they just put a card in your box for you to come and get it . . . well, they have started delivering packages again. The problem here is that there are several 5 or more acre lots at the back of some otherwise ordinary neighborhoods (remnants of a mini-farm style development from back in the 60's that never really flew), and they don't fit the pattern when it comes to addresses.
And because our house is back from the road, the carrier couldn't figure out where it was, so she went down a different road and delivered it to a house that she obviously knew it couldn't be, though even
that house didn't have the address she thought it did.
When the box didn't show up here, Critter went down to the PO, talked to the carrier, got the address she thought she had dropped it at, talked to the folks that live there (who didn't know nothin' 'bout no package, since one hadn't been delivered there), so Critter goes back to the PO, talks to the carrier again. She says that she has been leaving notes at the house, but the package hasn't been left out for her to collect. Critter also got a physical description of the house, and straightened out her mistake. He even tried to contact the (correct) homeowner directly - still nothing. Yesterday morning, after a few more days of no response, he went down to the PO
again, and filed a claim (with the
correct wrong address this time). We suspect someone at the Post Office may have threatened legal action . . . but whatever transpired, the trimmer has finally arrived, and Critter is pleased with it.