Yep, I spent today Christmas shopping. And wrapping presents. And getting them boxed up and ready to ship.
All thanks to the United States Postal Service, into whose trust I placed a package for delivery.
On December 11. Of last year.
According to the tracking number, it left a processing facility in Dallas on December 18. After that ... well, it's anybody's guess, really. MY guess is the old proverbial "fell off a truck" scenario, but it's hard tellin', seeing as how when I call the United States Postal Service customer service line, each and every day, they tell me, optimistically, to "try back tomorrow."
Emailing? Oh yeah, I tried emailing. I'm still waiting for a response to the email I sent on December 27.
Dear United States Postal Service: F*ck you.
When this next package goes out, on Monday? It's UPS all the way, baby. I am done and done with the United States Postal Service. A**h*les.
p.s. It's actually kind of FUN to shop for Christmas presents in January. Shhhh. Don't tell anybody.