So it's been a while since I have complained about something being en route. I am sure you have all enjoyed the break from my kvetching. However, that time is now over.
About a week ago, I placed an order at my favorite marketplace for a semi-trashy book and a glorious old movie. Obsessively and diligently, I have tracked the progress of the package on the shipper's website. Yesterday, it was "delivered."
Last night, said delivery was nowhere to be found. I looked and looked and looked. Not in a tree. Not by the sea. Not by the door. Not on the floor. Dr. Seuss moment aside, you get the picture.
This morning (I had to wait until then because our home computer is kaput at the moment), I notified Amazon.com of the problem. I finally found customer service on their website. You had the choice of submitting an email or calling. Rather than being placed on hold for an eternity, I opted to send an email.
Good for them. They are shipping new copies. However, they failed to notify me of this. I only found out when I went to their website to get the phone number to call. I was a bit miffed. They could have sent me an email or called. Also, I was going to change the address and have it shipped to Shlomo's office instead of our home. We will see how this plays out.
In the meantime, I have to content myself looking at this. It's the soft copy of the almost life-sized French movie poster we are having framed. Ah Rita, they don't make 'em like that anymore.
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