tiffers
Whisper "bleep boop" to yourself when you're sad.
Okay, I'm an insanely impatient person. When I want something, I want it two days ago and will be a bug-a-boo till I get it
So when I order something from a website, I check my email like a billion times throughout the day to see if it's been shipped yet. Then when it's been shipped, I stalk the UPS/USPS website like a crazy person (like once every two hours
) until it gets to my doorstep.
Don't tell me I'm the only one
So when I order something from a website, I check my email like a billion times throughout the day to see if it's been shipped yet. Then when it's been shipped, I stalk the UPS/USPS website like a crazy person (like once every two hours
) until it gets to my doorstep. Don't tell me I'm the only one

Then on the day of delivery, I basically camp out by my front door...

Oh and tell me why I had to WRITE A NOTE to our mail lady cause her replacement put my package in the wrong damn mail box. It was in there for a whole weekend. I was HOT. That's when checking the status of you package 5 mins. pays off. My stuff said delivered and I hadn't gotten it yet. Luckly she found it and gave it to me.

is when I ordered that Hairveda Stuff and it was taking really long. And they had my $ !
I wanna know exactly where my package is!
. Now, the P O is three blocks away, not a prob., but laddiessss. Mmm mm mm, two of the clerks at MY local office, must be the Witches of Eastwycke - some extremely unhappy folk. Get this, I HAD a post office box there, visit the office umm maybe on the average of three times a week - meaning they recognize me by face if not by name, right. So last month I take a little brown slip there to pick up package(s); they ask for i.d. I show them my license. Now, on my license I have my box address vs. a home address (I hate putting residence addresses on my license for obvious reasons). AND, I didn't put P O Box 606085 . . my license is like: Lovin' Locks, 1950 East 101st., #606085, City, St, Zip, right. Well, the one clerk goes behind the partition to the other witch and tells her I have the box listed as the address on my license (nothing to do with establishing my identity). We all hear the other clerk begin hollering and cursing, right???? Some witch nu. 1 comes back to the window and refuses to surrender my mail based upon the fact that the address on my license does not match the address on the brown slip!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, mind you: She KNOWS it is me (she only needs to establish indentification).
