Thursday night a huge box was dropped at our door. It was a 'Cookin' Kitchen' for a neighbor down the road. I called the number on the label and we got the box to the right apartment.
When I return inside, Joe says his package which was scheduled to be delivered that night shows that it's been delivered. Joe gets pissed. This isn't the first time FedEx has screwed up our delivery. He calls the customer service number. There's very little the poor guy on the phone can do. The next day Joe gets a call from a supervisor about making the delivery guy hunt down the package.
So, ready for the happy ending? Just like we helped get the Christmas present to the right address, Joe's package was dropped off by a fellow Soldier on Friday night. I was so hoping it would be returned to us. It restored my hope in humanity, at least for a little while.
Merry Christmas everyone!!
3 years ago