I finally got my Merlin in the mail, but it required stalking the femailman. On Monday the 19th, there was a key for one of the bigger post boxes in my little post box. All excited I open the post box and...empty.
WTF!!
Pissed off, I go back to the house and write a little note for the femailman that says that the box was empty and should I have gotten a key for a different box...blah blah blah.
I left it in there for 3 friggin days and still nothing.
So this past Monday (my day off), I decide to stalk the femailman.
I sat at the window of my house that has a direct view of our post boxes and waited for the elusive Canada Post worker to show up.
When she did, I bolted out the door and then casually strolled up to the boxes.
"Good timing", I say to her.
She smiles in reply.
I open my box, get out the 2 letters (or bills is more accurate) and still no parcel box key.
She is now filling the other half of the boxes, so I tell her that I had gotten a key in my box last week but the corresponding box was empty and should it have been a different box.
She asks me what my address is. I tell her. She opens a different box and lo and behold...there sits the Merlin.
It had been sitting there for a WEEK!
So instead of tearing a strip off of her for her incompetence like I had originally planned, I thanked her and went home.
I'm so spineless :\
WTF!!
Pissed off, I go back to the house and write a little note for the femailman that says that the box was empty and should I have gotten a key for a different box...blah blah blah.
I left it in there for 3 friggin days and still nothing.
So this past Monday (my day off), I decide to stalk the femailman.
I sat at the window of my house that has a direct view of our post boxes and waited for the elusive Canada Post worker to show up.
When she did, I bolted out the door and then casually strolled up to the boxes.
"Good timing", I say to her.
She smiles in reply.
I open my box, get out the 2 letters (or bills is more accurate) and still no parcel box key.
She is now filling the other half of the boxes, so I tell her that I had gotten a key in my box last week but the corresponding box was empty and should it have been a different box.
She asks me what my address is. I tell her. She opens a different box and lo and behold...there sits the Merlin.
It had been sitting there for a WEEK!
So instead of tearing a strip off of her for her incompetence like I had originally planned, I thanked her and went home.
I'm so spineless :\
