Several people that I'd talked to prior to going had said that most likely, the post office staff would help me if I asked. Those several people would be wrong. I walked in and went to the custom service desk. A girl and a guy were there. I explained my predicament to them and asked for help as sweetly as possible. The guy seriously pointed over to the right and said, "There's the dolly." Clearly he doesnt have a chivalrous bone in his body. I explained that even with the dolly there was no way I would be able to get them out of the car and in here. He instructed me to go to the pick up window and see if anyone there would be willing to help me. Total jerk douche bag. =(
The line for the pick up window was crazy long, so I decided to start calling my friend's husbands to see if any of them could help me. It was lunchtime, so I was hoping to snag someone while they were on their break. Luckily, our great friend Dave was on lunch and offered to help me. He came to the post office, hauled the tires inside and saved this damsel in distress. He will be the recipient of a nice bottle of wine very soon.
So I waited in line and when it was my turn, I rolled the tires over to the window. The
Sooo, the saga has hit a happy note. Now we just have to wait for the new (and hopefully correct) tires to arrive. Until then....
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6 comments:
I'm sooooo glad you found some people to help you! I can't believe the post office guy was such a jerk....TOTAL DB!!! Hope you get the right tires (and your refunds) soon!
Ew, I hate people some times. But I love that nice guy who actually helped you lift the tires. I'd write a letter to the Post Master. I pretty much always do. I think the Post Master here knows me by name. Or handwriting.
Wow! What a predicament. If only everyone took the time to be nice, the world would be so much better. It takes more energy to be mean then it does to be nice! I think at least. I love your blog. Look forward to catching it again! Take care. Kathryn
Goodness those tires have given you so much trouble! My fingers are crossed that you receive the correct ones this time! :)
What a story!! Good for you for getting it done. Congrats on the award btw!
Woohoo! Glad you got rid of those. What a jerk that postal worker was!
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