Federal Express Corporation Complaint - Wait! Come back! This isn't my package!!
I am standing at the sink, washing dishes, and watching my kids out the window when I see the FedEx truck pull into the drive. I think to myself that my MIL (also known as next-door-neighbor and landlordess) has ordered something yet again, and for some reason she resents me going to WalMart....(every time I go I get little comments about how I support that store all by myself, etc. I don't get it since I never spend over $100 there, and that's on groceries every 2-3 weeks. But clearly she resents me having money to spend on WalMart when she...wait, has tons to spend on additions to her house and mail ordered items? But that's a seperate rant. And there are no recalls on mother-in-laws so I'll drop it.)
So as I say, I figure it's for her. My guy is out leafblowing the drive, so I'm not concerned for the kids, I go on with what I'm doing. Then I hear a strange voice (obviously, the FedEx dude) say, "Here, take this in the house."
Knowing it isn't mine, I meet my FIVE YEAR OLD SON on the porch. He's bringing in a box, excited, "Mom, look what we got!!"
I double check. It IS addressed to my MIL, and the address on it is correct. 605, not 607.
Now I listen to Clark Howard and I know that I could legally keep this, but it's probably either pet food or a religious book, and I'll pass thanks. So I start hollering to the guy that it isn't mine. Waving. Holding up the box and shaking my head. He is looking RIGHT AT ME and backing out, absolutely refusing to stop. I can understand that maybe between the leaf blower and his own engine he didn't hear, but isn't a shrug and a shake of the head pretty easy to interpret?
Anyway I took it down to my MIL, a bit annoyed since I was in the middle of cooking. Yeah I could've ignored, it was his responsibility, not mine, but then again she IS also my landlady....
And just in case you're going, okay, so you had to walk next door, big deal, you have to understand that 'next door' is a good distance here. And again, I was cooking.
Argh. I mean, I know that the actual offense (which is the possibility of not getting something ordered because it was misdelivered) was not to me, but still. It makes me feel for sure I don't want them delivering anything that IS to me.