That face you make when you know you’re hosed. Or about to buy it. Or both.
Yesterday, Prime and I tried to hit a Timber Rattlers game, but it got postponed; we had storms in the area which would rain out the game. So, we had dinner at HuHot, then carefully headed back home. When we pulled into the driveway, it was still raining and Prime said, “I hope no one left any packages.”
You can guess what happened next.
We hopped out of Scamper, trotted to the front stoop and, lo and behold, there was a cardboard box sitting near the front door. And it was fucking soaked.
The United States Postal Service had done it again. They dropped off a parcel in shit weather with no protection, which could easily damage the contents. Again.
Prime was abso-fucking-lutely livid, and that is putting it very mildly. We got the package into the house, I busted out my phone and booted up the camera so Prime could snap some pics. Which he did.
When he opened the box, he found that the articles inside were fine; they had been wrapped in bubble wrap and protected from the rain. But Prime wasn’t terribly pleased, with good reason.
This isn’t the first time that our mail carrier has left packages on our porch in inclement weather: we lost an entire box full of UK Transformers comics because the parcel had been left out in the rain. When Prime picked up that box, it hemorrhaged water before splitting open. Everything inside was a total loss. While we were living in Little Chute years ago, our letter carrier there had no clue how not to damage mail. That was on top of the fact that they kept leaving packages by the mailboxes, even though we had a hold order in effect.
So yeah, Prime’s sick of this and ten to one he’s at the post office right now, raising more than a little hell. I can’t blame him. Hell, I’d love to be there, giving these dipsticks a nice chunk of my mind!
I’d say that they were a special kind of stupid, but it’s the post office. For them, this is about average.