Earlier this week I noted some strange behavior from the local road construction crew in front of my house. I’m not sure why they left so early that day, but those guys have been on that thing like gangbusters since then.
So far they’ve got the culvert in place, and it’s really neat watching how they’re staging the whole thing. I don’t have day-by-day picture so I can’t really explain it, but it’s neat-o. Second, they did tear two holes in my yard, one about big enough to fit a ’70′s VW Beetle in, the other maybe a go-cart, but they filled it back up and even threw some grass seed on it for me.
I’m sure that will turn out well.
Snark aside, they’re doing their jobs and I’m sure my neighbor will appreciate not having a flooded basement any time we get serious rain.
Second, the wife sends me an email yesterday forwarded from Amazon.com saying that a package she recently ordered couldn’t be delivered by USPS. That was really odd because on that supposed day of attempted delivery (Wednesday) I actually saw the post man pull up, walked out of the house, watched him deliver the mail, and drive off before I got to the mailbox. He didn’t have any problem delivering packages that day. I checked the USPS website and the tracking info said the same thing: Attempted delivery but failed. So I head to the USPS website, plug in my info, ask that they attempt the delivery again, and enter in the comments box the story of me actually seeing the driver there.
Wife gets home Thursday and the package had been delivered. Likely around the time I was trying to figure out what post office actually handles our mail.
This morning I get voice mail from my mail handler and he’s a bit confused. He remembers delivering the package yesterday, doesn’t understand my comment, and I think he actually felt hurt. Upon receipt of the voice mail I called the number back, got somebody there, asked for ‘Ron’ but they couldn’t find him. Duh, he’s a driver. I should have told her not to look. I told the lady it’s no big deal, I just wanted to thank him for the call and the delivery. I then wrote a little note explaining that Amazon and USPS were telling us there was a problem with the delivery, tried to make sure it was clear THEY were the ones that screwed up, not him, wrote “Thank you for taking care of this!” and circled it. Taped that to my mailbox for him today. It was gone when I went to get the mail, so I guess he picked it up. I hope he appreciated that little thank you in there.
I’m half tempted to re-write the story of the time FedEx said they couldn’t find my house and then sent me a postcard via USPS, with my address on the front, asking me to write them back with my correct address, stuff it in an envelope, and tape it to the mailbox. He might get a kick out of that.
