Somebody goofed big time. A package I ordered from Amazon was supposedly delivered: to St. Louis, MO. I don’t live in St. Louis, MO. I live in a comfy part of southern New Jersey. It’s kind of hard to confuse the two, but something went wrong somewhere, and now for the first time since I became a customer, I’ve got a big problem.
Unless I want to go to St. Louis, MO.
The first thing that comes to mind when I think of that state, is that Peter Quill, the fictional Star Lord of the Marvel franchise Guardians of the Galaxy, is from Missouri, as was President number 33, Harry S. Truman. One was a great leader, and the other was instrumental in causing half the universe to be wiped out because of anger issues (it’s a long story: see Avengers: Infinity War). I learned that the pony express ran from there to California starting in 1860. Budweiser is there, Mark Twain was there, and a big arch welcomes visitors to St. Louis. Methamphetamine made the state infamous as a top attraction for the drug crowd, and Branson is a big tourist attraction if you’re into classy performers rather than drugs.
And now my package is on somebody’s doorstep.
At least it isn’t the size of a packet of seeds, of which many apparently are showing up in mailboxes nationwide, coming from China unsolicited and causing quite a stir. We’re advised not to open unusual packages, so I wonder what will become of mine when it’s examined.
Maybe the residents will be suspicious and they’ll summon a bomb squad. Maybe, with luck, they will find it harmless, open and be able to use it, or they’ll take it to the nearest postal facility. I’m not holding my breath for that, nor will I do so awaiting word from the merchant, whom I contacted through Amazon’s handy feature.
How, when my address was on it, would it wind up in Missouri, for goodness sake? It’s quite a mystery. And if my address is indeed on it, isn’t delivering it like that an invasion of my privacy?
I choose to remain calm and see what happens to this debacle. If customer service goes the way it should, I will get a replacement item. That is, if the pony express stays sober and doesn’t hire Peter Quill to reroute the package. I think I’ll have a Bud.
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