A while back I ordered 1000-185grRNHB from Berry's Manufacturing. Now the website indicated that there might be a shipping delay due to order volume and "We're making bullets as fast as we can!!" Okay, I figure give 'em a week and my order should be on the way. I'm in no rush.
Well, in the meantime, the local Sanitary District decided to rip out the street I live on, so the postman/lady apparently has decided that it is okay to just give us a miss for a couple of days every now and again. Figuring delivery once every three-four days is fine. Which given the volume and type of mail I get. It is.
Then, of course came the small box of priority mail weighing 28lbs. Even though it showed scanned out for delivery, I don't think it ever made it onto the truck.
And a notice that my *%@%!* heavy box was at the post office and that I can go get it my damn self? My poor maildeliveryperson must not have had a pen, for the last two weeks.
Within five minutes of sending my e-mail to Berry's, at 5:42pm, last Friday, I had a return e-mail from a very nice lady, Erma, with the Endicia Package Tracking information showing that Berry's had, to my surprise, shipped my order the very same day they received it. And that it had arrived at my local PO two days later, where it has sat, unloved and forlorn, in the back room.
The counter lady recognized it right away when I hand over the Package Status paper. "Oh, that's that heavy box!! Didn't you get a slip?"
"Um, no. Had I gotten a slip, I would have been here sooner."
"I need to see your ID."
*Hands over FOID card*
"No, your drivers license."
"You said ID, that's a state issued ID."
*She goes and gets my heavy box*
Thank you.
So Robert and I now have some reloading to do to get ready for the Zombie Shoot next weekend.
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