I don’t work my paying job on Mondays. Mondays are for doctors’ appointments and things we have to schedule for in advance. Today was no different. Mom had a physical this morning…and ended up having blood work done and getting a tetanus booster (the which she is not really thrilled with me about). We also stopped off at PC to get a few things, and at the retina specialist, because of a question on a bill. We were gone maybe three hours, home by 10:30 am. The Kidling was home, awake and functional, because the husband’s UK Passport was supposed to be delivered today, and it needs to be signed for.

Notice I said “SUPPOSED TO BE” and “NEEDS TO BE”. It isn’t here yet, and it is now 7:47pm EST.  As of 8:45 this morning, it was in the courier’s possession. We didn’t get another update until almost 6 pm….and it said ” Delivery attempted; recipient not home”

EXCUSE ME? My daughter hadn’t left the house ALL DAY. So, I called customer service. Gal tells me the driver attempted to deliver it at 1pm local. I was sitting right here at this computer at that time. My computer is right next to the window that looks out on my front porch. NO HE BLOODY WELL WASN’T HERE AT 1 PM! Or at any other time during the day. So, why did the driver lie? Did he go to the wrong address? Where the hell was he really at 1 PM? My husband is fuming…and plans to turn the matter over to the State Police if it has not arrived by noon tomorrow, as suspected attempted identity theft.

This is one of the few times in the almost twenty-two years we’ve been married that my husband’s temper is running hotter than mine, and that, frankly, is a bit scary. My husband takes a legal road, and goes for recompense and scathing reviews…. they type that can cost a company a lot of business, and may land the driver in serious legal trouble.

They have until noon EST on Tuesday, May 21…. then I post the name of the company all over social media with the story.

About Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann

I am a wife.mother, writer, cashier (hey, it helps pay the bills), Pagan who sometimes thinks too much. A jackie of all trades and mistress of none
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