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Oh, for the love of God!
Sitting here, listing to Metallica and reading mail, when the doorbell rings. Not expecting anyone, I use the intercom. I distinctly hear a woman's voice say "Douglas?"
I buzz her in and meet her in the hallway. Very pleasant Indian woman, about 50 I'd guess. And she's holding my disability check. She lives at the same address on 15th Avenue, and had the check delivered there three days ago. She took it to the Post Offal, explained the error, gave it back.. and it comes back the next day! So she hand carried it down here to deliver it herself.
After thanking her profusely, I began to steam. My address is clearly *typed* on the check. There is no way to mistake that 9 for a 5. Once, I can understand. But twice? Come Tuesday, Hurricane Penguin is hitting the Post Office and registering several complaints!
I buzz her in and meet her in the hallway. Very pleasant Indian woman, about 50 I'd guess. And she's holding my disability check. She lives at the same address on 15th Avenue, and had the check delivered there three days ago. She took it to the Post Offal, explained the error, gave it back.. and it comes back the next day! So she hand carried it down here to deliver it herself.
After thanking her profusely, I began to steam. My address is clearly *typed* on the check. There is no way to mistake that 9 for a 5. Once, I can understand. But twice? Come Tuesday, Hurricane Penguin is hitting the Post Office and registering several complaints!
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