I got up early this morning and checked my email to get the tracking number for our new portable SSB receiver. I clicked the link and — oh NO! — the package was sent UPS, not FedEx. I had it shipped to the FedEx Office store as hold for pickup because, you know, they do that. For FedEx. Not so much for UPS. I called the store and they confirmed. Nope. Can’t accept a delivery. They suggested I call UPS and have it rerouted to one of their stores but UPS told me that they will only do that if I have an account at the specific store. At this point I turned on the waterworks and cried to the woman on the phone. What am I going to do? I asked. It’s a holiday weekend and I need that boat part! Eventually she agreed to call the driver and tell him I would wait in front of the FedEx store until he came. Luckily there was a Starbucks a few storefronts down so the waiting wasn’t too unbearable.
Finally my man arrived and I ran into the parking lot to retrieve my package.
The new radio is the direct replacement for my old portable receiver I’ve had for years that doesn’t work. I’m still hanging on to it just in case I can get someone to fix it for me. But in the meantime. I can happily hear the high seas weather broadcasts so we will be safe at sea while we figure out the big SSB.
Marce, you are too much – but if crying works, then have at it. Great job retrieving your new radio. I’m glad that you will be safe on the high seas. Happy Easter to you and Jack.
I love your writing style! 🙂 I suppose this still beats sitting at home while watching the other houses in the neighborhood s-l-o-w-l-y deteriorate. This is one of those times when I shake my head, but I’d still rather be where you are than living life in the burbs. Some day…