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My post office has made mistakes delivering mail, but it's been rare for them to drop the wrong package at the wrong house. I think it happened once before in the year I've lived in this house. They were about to make it two.
I'd ordered a new shower head for my house. When I bought the house, it had a rainfall shower head--I think that's what it's called--and it takes forever to get the shampoo out of my hair. I kind of liked the relaxing vibe at first, but as time went on, I became more and more impatient. I needed to get to work or I had other places I needed to be and I didn't have time to waste on this gentle rainfall thing.
Anyway, after a year, I ordered the new shower head. I did go with the oiled bronze even though I hate it because the pipe the shower head attaches to is oiled bronze and it would stand out horribly if I shifted to chrome. It was scheduled to come in two days.
Then I got a notice that my package had been delayed, but it would arrive tomorrow or the day after.
This is where things kind of got embarrassing. I came home the next day and I had a package, and even though it looked pretty big for a shower head, I assumed it was my wayward delivery. I did what I do with every package--I ripped off the label with my name and address, tossed it in the garbage, and then opened the box.
At first, I thought it was strange packing material, but when I lifted it, I realized there were two round, cloth storage baskets. The same ones I'd been looking at the week previous. Damn, I thought, don't tell me I accidentally ordered those baskets. Aloud, I said, "They sent me the wrong thing."
It was my dad who said maybe the box was delivered incorrectly. I know, duh, right? I should have thought of that. I dug in the trash can and pulled up the wadded up sticker. It had torn right at the address (of course!), but it appeared to belong to the next door neighbor. Oops.
It was the mail lady who made the mistake, but I was embarrassed that I'd just torn into the box without thinking about it twice. Now we had to bring the box to our neighbor with a wadded up address label and opened. Luckily for me, my dad didn't hesitate. He put on his jacket and brought the box next door. I didn't ask him to do this; it was strictly volunteer. He said the neighbors totally understood.
So now, as I write this, my shower head is 4 days late and the tracking information hasn't been updated since the day it supposed to be delivered. If it doesn't arrive today, I'll select the refund option, but man, I really wanted that shower head.
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