FedEx: When it absolutely, positively has to handled in the dumbest manner possible.
Okay, get this.
The day after I picked up a package from FedEx because they couldn’t find the house I got a postcard from them.
It was asking us to call them up and let them know my proper address, since the one we gave them apparently doesn’t exist.
A postcard, folks. With our address written right there on the front. A postcard that was postmarked after we had already called on the issue. Worse: It was handwritten. That means somebody sat down and took the time to write out address out and then on the reverse side check the box asking us to provide them with our address.
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.