Fed Up

With FedEx that is. I sold a lamp. Buyer whined that shipping was too expensive and why don't I offer FedEx...other sellers do. What she doesn't know is that FedEx is a giant headache, not worth the fuckin' savings.

I pack box. I get ready to bring said box to the nearest FedEx drop off site...20+ miles away (my car gets about 23 miles to the gallon, so kiss $8 in gas goodbye)...then I ran into a problem. The box is over 5 feet tall. It won't fit in my car in any way, shape or form.

I log onto my old FedEx account. I need a new password they say. I jump through requisite password hoops, and try to initiate a pick-up. Not allowed for this account. I create a new account, this time a business account, I try to initiate a pick-up...error message, call customer service. I call up and finally arrange the pick-up for Monday morning.

Monday morning I roll my ass out of bed early to pull the box out. I am beat. Dead tired. I decide to go back to bed after hauling the huge monster out to the porch.

While I slept, the idiots at FedEx called me because they could not find my house on "either M____ St." There are not two M____ St. in this town, but there are two in the next town over. I know this because once, on Valentine's Day, I got a box of flowers. Addressed to someone on East M____St., next town over.

Charley was pissed off that someone sent me flowers until he figured out what happened. I chased down the driver and gave them back. Charley got reamed out for it later, because I didn't get anything for V-Day (never do, he's a cheap-ass), but I digress.

Anyway I called FedEx and said there's ONE M____ St. in this town, and my house says 16 right on it, it's green. The driver calls back and sheepishly admits he had been looking in the wrong town.

The box is still on my porch.

Update 3/11/14.
They called back that night to say "Sorry we didn't pick up the box today, we had engine trouble, we'll pick it up tomorrow between 11am-1pm.
FedEx came to pick up the box. It was 3pm.