Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Saga Continues....

This afternoon, I hitched up my BGP's (big girl panties) and drove to the post office on base, tires in the back seat, address in hand. I was worried about being able to get the tires out of the car and into the post office. It's a bit of a walk from the parking lot, plus you have to go down stairs. Usually it's not a big deal at all, but today I had two 50 lb. packages with me. For those of you who know me, you know my arms are about as big as a a can of beans. Even on a good day, there is no way Id be able to haul those tires inside by myself.

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 jerk clerk behind the counter stupidly asked, "Uh, can you lift those up here?" Knowing very well that I couldnt, I told him that I would try. Thankfully, a very nice gentleman in line behind me came to my rescue and lifted both sets up on the counter for me. I thanked him profusely while I glared at the clerk. Sixty-one dollars later and I was out of there. The wrong tires have been mailed back! I also emailed the shipping receipt to the company and my refunds have been set up.

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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Thank you Angie! 
This means a lot to me and I really do appreciate it. 
I always feel a little bit like a rock star when 
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Im terribly at playing by official rules, so instead of telling 
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Happy Saturday!


Kate said...

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!

annoyed army wife said...

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.

The Peacock's Tale said...

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

ALW said...

Goodness those tires have given you so much trouble! My fingers are crossed that you receive the correct ones this time! :)

University of Iowa Meg said...

What a story!! Good for you for getting it done. Congrats on the award btw!

Maranda said...

Woohoo! Glad you got rid of those. What a jerk that postal worker was!