About a month ago, Hick ordered two identical items to use to display merchandise in his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5). They were revolving racks. He saw them on eBay and asked me to order them. It's been so long that he used his account that we didn't have the password, so used the GUEST option to order. The email address was still the same as when Hick used his account.
Anyhoo... Hick received ONE of the items. When he picked it up at the Backroads post office, he told the clerk there should be TWO. She said they had no record of two. Hick even went back that afternoon, to ask again. She said sometimes items get separated if the seller doesn't use separate shipping numbers. That there should have been two numbers, or the items should have been taped together. The Pony agreed. Said that sometimes a seller tries to ship cheaper, and only use one tracking number and label, and that indeed they should have been taped together. That there's no way to track the other item, and good luck finding it. The Pony was not hopeful. Nor was I.
Anyhoo... after contacting the seller and eBay, with numbers and complaints, the case dragged on, and Hick was denied refund or replacement. We'll never order anything again on eBay, though there were never any problems in the past.
But this isn't about Hick getting cheated on eBay by a seller or post office thief. It's about VAL!!!
I don't ask for much. Just for T-Hoe to work, scratchers to scratch, an occasional trip to the casino, and for Hick to do my bidding. But this week, I wanted MORE! I ordered a book from Amazon. As you probably know, Amazon uses the USPS to ship their items. It is NOT a good deal for the post office.
Anyhoo... we have those four parcel lockers down on Mailbox Row. There's where most of our packages go, because they don't fit in our cylindrical mailbox made of steel. Hick's eBay items wouldn't fit in a locker, so he got the orange postcard thingy to pick it up at the post office.
My book was supposed to arrive on Thursday. I told Hick to make sure and look in our mailbox for a key to a parcel locker. Yet Hick came home with nothing. Not even regular mail. I asked him about my book, but he said there was nothing in the mailbox. He even went out on the porch that evening, to see if UPS or FedEx had left a package. No. Amazon uses the USPS.
Of course I interrogated quizzed asked Hick for more details. And he swore that he had looked for a key, but nothing was in the mailbox. Even though I said there had been one parcel locker without a key in the lock when I left for town at 4:30. Which means three people had picked up their packages already, but one locker had something in it. Hick said,
"Who knows WHERE your book is? The post office probably stole it like my display rack."
Friday, when I got back on HIPPIE, I checked the tracking of my book. It had been delivered on THURSDAY, the day it was due to arrive, to a PARCEL LOCKER.
I called Hick, who was shooting the bull with his cronies.
"Can they hear me? They are going to know you are in trouble! My book was delivered yesterday to a PARCEL LOCKER. You just didn't check."
"Huh. It might have got there after I stopped."
"That wouldn't fit with the others being empty, and one with something in it."
"I don't know. I'll check when I come home."
"You are in trouble. Go stand in the corner for five minutes!
I passed Hick on my way to town. When I got back, my book package was on the kitchen table.
"There was a key with the mail! In fact, it was under the rubber band that held the mail together."
"That's because you didn't use it when they left it! So they wanted to make sure you saw it, because they need that locker for other packages! They hate it when people don't pick up their mail."
Hick denies responsibility. The Pony agrees with my scenario.
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