Chasing the Postie
Jul. 16th, 2005 12:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drscottIn honour of Canada (and all things Scottish, from which about half of Canada's distinct Anglophonic quirks come), we'll use Canadianisms for a few paragraphs. Which suits, since J. K. Rowling's latest Potter book just arrived, and Ms. Rowling is a resident of Edinburgh [pronounced "Ed'-un-buttah"].
I was sitting at my desk waking up when the postie drove up, white pith helmet, light blue shirt, squat boxy vehicle and all. I could see him walk toward the front door, then there was silence for thirty seconds. I was reviewing my email, and assumed he was dropping the book off -- Amazon orders that come via USPS are never signed for. Then he returned to his truck and drove off.
A minute or two later, I roused myself and went to the mailbox. What's this? -- a notice of delivery and no book. I am directed to pick it up at the freakin' Post Office Monday. How convenient! [fume, fume] -- so instead i hopped into the car and went looking. Luckily he hadn't gone far, just a block down the street. Accusingly I waved the receipt and said, "You didn't even ring the doorbell!" He said he had but that there had been no answer. Likely, eh?
Book in my hands, I returned home. Here's the first full review I've seen.
I was sitting at my desk waking up when the postie drove up, white pith helmet, light blue shirt, squat boxy vehicle and all. I could see him walk toward the front door, then there was silence for thirty seconds. I was reviewing my email, and assumed he was dropping the book off -- Amazon orders that come via USPS are never signed for. Then he returned to his truck and drove off.
A minute or two later, I roused myself and went to the mailbox. What's this? -- a notice of delivery and no book. I am directed to pick it up at the freakin' Post Office Monday. How convenient! [fume, fume] -- so instead i hopped into the car and went looking. Luckily he hadn't gone far, just a block down the street. Accusingly I waved the receipt and said, "You didn't even ring the doorbell!" He said he had but that there had been no answer. Likely, eh?
Book in my hands, I returned home. Here's the first full review I've seen.
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Date: 2005-07-16 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 12:39 pm (UTC)I'm eagerly waiting for Dr. Scott and the Muscled Couple. *g*
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Date: 2005-07-16 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 01:49 pm (UTC)Had the same situation with our female postal delivery worker (can't call her a mailman). Was at home waiting anxiously for a delivery and had the same thing happened; a delivery notice was left and no doorbell. The following Monday had to trek over to the post office (2 miles away) and wait 30 minutes in line for the package. Which of course I wouldn't have had to do if the FPDW had bothered to ring the bell, located 3 inches to the right of the mailbox.
Although not overly excited about the new HP book (I haven't slogged all the way through the murk of book 5 yet), we met someone last night that hasn't even read one of them! Since we figured this was physically impossible and a sacrilege to the Bookbinding Gods, we considered holding him down and reading the first few chapters of book one to him. But we figured it was too "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," so we relented and let him dust himself off and go on his way.
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Date: 2005-07-16 10:53 pm (UTC)Best term I've heard: Postal Packin' Mama!
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Date: 2005-07-16 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 01:51 pm (UTC)(Or "Door out of order. Please ring."?)