You guys, I am so mad I could spit. Or punch someone. Or a hundred things that are quite the opposite of the spirit of Christmas. For a few years my family have been doing a name draw to save money and refrain from getting everyone separate presents. My uncle from Maine got my dad this year and decided to get him live lobsters for Christmas. With overnight shipping, the cost was ridiculous and nearly $200.
Unfortunately, he did not double check my address and fed ex sent it to our old rental house. This morning, after discovering it had been delivered last night, my dad and I drove out in hopes of picking them up (also hoping they were not dead). We prepared ourselves for the worst, especially since two years ago UPS wrongly delivered a package to an old address and someone opened all our gifts which had been wrapped and tagged. I will give those shitheads a little credit: they did have the "courtesy" to tape up the box and act like that was how it had been delivered.
Anyway, we get to the house and there was a car in the drive. Dad goes to knock, rings the bell a few times, but no-one answers. Our ol neighbor, Gary, comes out and I explain that my uncle had sent a box of lobsters to the wrong address. He was like, "Oh, I don't know, I don't monitor everyone here," and then brought the neighbors on the other side a present. As I wrote a note to the new house tenant about the package, I noticed them looking at my dad and I but figured it was just Gary relaying the story.
Fast forward to later in the afternoon, I get a call from the tenant. She was very strange on the phone, telling me she had so many packages and that one of the neighbors has a key to the house to put them in, and she got a laptop yesterday that she was trying to hook into the wifi, blah blah--finally she said she opened the package that was clearly marked in my name. She tried to find me on the Internet for four hours (and even used the resources of attorney friends, apparently) but couldn't find me, so at ten o'clock last night, she borrowed a turkey broiler from Gary and they boiled up the lobsters and ate them. She didn't even wait 24 hours, didn't call FedEx, and IMO, didn't really try to find me. I'm livid. AND I think Gary aptly timed his delivery of the present to the other neighbor so he could find out what we were up to. Guilty conscience.
I am so livid. Livid at her for Telling me it was fedex's fault an that she ha to cook them because they were perishable. Livid at Gary for lying to my fucking face, since he'd EATEN the lobsters, and just fucking hating humanity in general.
I am so mad. Honestly, who the fuck does that?!