A few weeks ago, I published a post entitled The Hunt for the (RED) Tumbler – this post was a collaborative effort between myself and Dudette out in California. Before you read Part 2, I suggest you read Part 1 – ’cause otherwise you’ll miss out on all the fun! Let’s see what Dudette’s been up to….
Ann’s Commercial Break: I’d like to know when I sent Jo on a man-hunt! Note to Jo: I prefer men with shaved heads – the velcro look is hot! And now back to the show…
Ann’s Commercial Break: Oh honey, your mission has only JUST begun :-p And now back to the show…
Ann’s Commercial Break: Girl, are you trying to TELL me something? You want a piece of me? 😀
If I’d been allowed to use my cell phone while inside the USPS, I could’ve recorded the foolishness I encountered. According to the USPS, international packages cannot be sealed upon arrival to the Post Office. A USPS clerk has to inspect the contents first, then seal it. Trying to be responsible and show that I wasn’t shipping a bomb inside of a friggin’ Starbucks tumbler, I left the box open. Here’s how my turn at the front of the line went down:
Dudette: I’d like to ship this package to Canada, please.
Annoying Postal Worker who barely spoke English: Ooookaaay. Lemme sheck. (That would be “check” for those of you who are confused.)
Annoying Postal Worker who barely spoke English: That be three dolla and twenty-nine cent. We can no seal package with no tape.
Dudette: (Pointing) There’s tape RIGHT THERE! I was told TWO DAYS AGO that I had to bring an open package here and now you want to charge me THREE DOLLARS AND TWENTY-NINE CENTS FOR A PIECE OF TAPE to seal it?!
Annoying Postal Worker who barely spoke English: Yes because we can no juss gib you tape fa free. You muss pay three dolla and twenty-nine cent.
Dudette: So let me get this straight. You want me to pay $3.29 for a piece of tape?
Annoying Postal Worker who barely spoke English: Yes!
That’s when I grabbed the box and walked OUT of the United States Post Office. Really? I can’t seal my own package at home because you must inspect the contents, but now you want to charge me $3.29 to put ONE STRIP OF TAPE across the top of the damn box to seal it? I’ll give $3.29 to my worst enemy before I buy a piece of tape with it. ONE piece of tape!!
I went back to that dump to ship the package to Ann, but I was too pissed off to take pics. I knew the only way to calm down was to make myself laugh. So, I decided to browse the grocery store (candy run location) to see what I could do with $3.29 besides buy one piece of tape from the United States Postal Service!
And now… Let’s get ready to TUMMMMMMBLE!
Someone rang my doorbell at 8 a.m. yesterday; it was a little early for company! As it happens, I was conveniently hobbling around the condo with no pants on at that time, so I had to make a mad dash to the bathroom to put on my house coat. Note: Mad dashes are not advisable when one is nursing an injured sacrum. Ouch!
So I opened the door and was greeted by a cheerful delivery guy holding a box. Oooh, presents! My first instinct was to check the label… Cal-i-for-n- i-a baby! This could only mean one thing – the infamous tumbler had arrived. I asked myself if I should wait until Christmas to open it but that’s still 9 days away and everyone knows how much I hate waiting!
Oi! This package isn’t from Dudette! I re-check the label. It still indicates that the package was shipped from California. Who else do I know in sunny CA? As Gru would say… “Liiiiight BULB!” The tumbler, while from California, is NOT from Dudette , but from Lindsey aka Modchick! It looks Dudette’s tumbler is still en route from the US. I wonder if it’s traveling by boat? Or if it’s visiting various Starbucks along the way, visiting its little tumbler friends? I wonder if the USPS fool who barely spoke English stole my tumbler!?
Stay tuned for Part 3… The Tumbler Takes Montreal! (If it ever makes it)
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