Ace was also intrigued by these big boxes |
Drat! The FedEx delivery person had made a horrible mistake. While s/he had the 508 right, Walnut Street is roughly five blocks away from our house. I called the local FedEx office. Ring, ring, ring...then the automated messaging system kicked in. As usual, I smugly hold. Nada. Next I try pressing 0. After a few minutes, disgruntled employee answers and informs me that I need to get the tracking numbers from the boxes. "I don't think so," was my reply, "I am just informing you that your delivery person made a mistake and left boxes here that don't belong to us." I suddenly feel guilty and somewhat worried that, if someone steals these packages (which commonly occurs in our college neighborhood), we'll be held responsible. So, my husband dials the toll-free number and basically gets the same result. So much for customer...er...non-customer, non-service!
Seriously??? Isn't the recipient concerned about his packages? Since we have gotten nowhere with FedEx, I call the phone number on one of the boxes. Ring, ring, ring..."The mail box of the number you have dialed is full and cannot accept new messages. Thank you." I next do an internet search for the dude (or dud as I might call him now...why would he pay for expedited shipping and then not complain???) and dial the phone number that appears. No answer and no voice mail.
So I finally conclude that this might be a scam, but I feel secure in the knowledge that we've fulfilled our moral obligation. Perhaps we'll be rewarded with a new leather bar stool and the contents of the mystery box from Amazon? Only time will tell.
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