My TOMS came in and they are waaaaaay too small (order true to size my bottom) so I went to the Post Office to return them. I had the box, address, etc, and I went to the front desk and said "hey, I want to mail this". Of course, the box wasn't taped and I hadn't written the address on it yet but I wanted to make sure I did it right.
The dude behind the counter was no help. There are about 700 labels and different ways you can mail a box. Apparently he didn't understand what "cheapest" meant. He kept talking some secret Post Office language and I was speaking english which he didn't understand.
I asked for some tape and he said it was $3.30 a roll. I said "no, I just want a little...I want a little free tape". He went on some rant about how this was a business so I told him I was taking my business elsewhere. Who on earth charges for tape?
Then it hit me...call Mom (she was off...she runs the PO downtown, duh) and get a favor. So I turned around and went to the back where 2 of the nicest ladies on earth taped, addressed, stamped, metered, weighed, and mailed my TOMS to California for me. That made me glad.
With more good news, I got my Tahoe back from the shop today and it looks brand new. Ron's crazy friend Buster Mills came through big time.
3 comments:
Your parents sound like basically the coolest people ever.
duh
Haha... I'm glad you got the coolest people ever for parents... I think having ridiculous cool parents like yours is what made you ridiculous and cool. Haha.
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