Yesterday I received back a package of books I sent someone that looked like a sledgehammer had gone through the center of the package. I reboxed the returned package and set it out today. On the doorstep when I returned home was the second box I had sent out which also looked like a sledgehammer had gone through the center of the package. Both were returned from a redistribution center in Atlanta. If you’re in the area, be on the lookout for a postal worker that looks like The Incredible Hulk, Thing, or the Juggernaut (I’m a Marvel fan).
Tag: mail
Over Limit Package
I sold my copy of the Complete Farside, which clocks in at about 21 lbs. I rolled into the post office at 5:01 PM and the counter was, of course, closed, so I made my way to the mail chute and dropped the box in. After closing it I saw this sticker “Packages 13 oz and under only. Larger packages will be returned to sender. “ I only exceeded this limit by like a factor of 25, I wonder if they’ll catch me.
Strange Rebate
I purchased something from MSI a year ago and tried to cash the expired check. The teller told me I couldn’t but that MSI had to issue a new check if I requested it. I wrote to MSI with a self-addressed stamped envelope requesting a replacement check fully expecting no response. Today I received my envelope back and it contained… confusion. The original item I bought was a MSI motherboard with a 20 dollar MIR. What I received back was a Tigerdirect.com invoice for a Tony Stark that lives in Yuma, Wa. The invoice was for $499.99 equipment replacement plan for a laptop. I can’t think of any laptop MSI sells that could have a 500 dollar replacement plan except if it came with a small Asian man to port it about and buff it. I could have received a Sanskrit page of the Satanic Verses, a WWII love letter from a Dutch POW or a Spoon-of-the-Month club calendar and I still don’t think I would have been as confused.
I hope this turns into something neat like the Drew Vandendries mystery.
Flowery Postage
Periodically, I get mailing labels in the mail from veterans groups soliciting donations. Normally, they have flags or poppies or planes on them but recently they’ve gotten more… femenine. My name’s caused some confusion throughout time. Statistically “Terence Robinson” is an African-American 46-year old while “Terry Robinson” is a 52-year old white woman. So, I’ve received applications to the United Negro College Fund and an invitation to the Society of Black Actuaries. American’s United to Support Disabled Americans has provided me 30 labels with the most Georgia O’Keeffe-esque flowers on them. I really want to respond “I will support your cause if you properly identify my sex”.