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tikistitchSo, usually, 'tis a day of happitation and gladness when the new Stitchies arrive from Japan. We ceaselessly reload the USPS site in order to catch the very instant that they are delivered to our mailbox.
Today, though, something has gang agley.
While the Stitchies appeared to have sailed through Customs on Sunday, they had not yet been listed as arrived by mid-morning. Which was weird, dude. So, we called up our mailbox place. The same mailbox place we have been using since Dino-Stitchies ruled the earth.
Here is the conversation.
What follows is a frantic phone call to our local post office.
So, 'twas off in the tikimobile on a desperate mission to save our Stitchies from their own personal Guantanamo. We parked the car, noticed a bunch of surly teenagers (with no apparent agenda) hovering next door, so we grabbed our iPod and headed into the office.
USPSG was quite amusing, and showed us his neato new toy that would scan our signature. Then he trundled our eighteen million packages out to our car.
We discovered that, to our dread, all the windows in our car had been rolled down, and the moonroof retracted. We must have been flustered and forgot to lock her again. The compartment where we stash our iPod had been opened, but because we had taken out the iPod, nothing was missing. Fuck you, surly teenagers (with no apparent agenda). What made it even more special was it was beginning to rain, and the fact that in broad daylight with tons of other postal customers arriving and departing, no one had thought to shoo away a bunch of surly teenagers rifling through a BMW that obviously didn't belong to them.
We discovered that in addition to the expected Stitchie boxes, there was a delivery to Mr. Tikistitch that was (a) quite big, (b) quite heavy and (c) quite awkward. This made the job of car loading Tetris a bit more challenging, especially as, as was previously noted, it was beginning to rain, and the surly teenagers (with no apparent agenda) continued to hover nearby, in hopes of perhaps snatching anything that might go unattended for more than 15 seconds.
We packed the car. Thanks to a special unfolding of space in the interior, as designed and tested by German engineers, everthing fit, and we could almost drive the car as well!
We returned home, and packed all in to the entryway, where it awaits the inevitable unpacking and squealing (except in Mr. Tiki's case, where the opening part will have to attend his returning to the United States, plus he doesn't really squeal). We are frazzled but victorious.
And now to our confidence intervals, which Dr. Josh has been patiently awaiting this day.
Today, though, something has gang agley.
While the Stitchies appeared to have sailed through Customs on Sunday, they had not yet been listed as arrived by mid-morning. Which was weird, dude. So, we called up our mailbox place. The same mailbox place we have been using since Dino-Stitchies ruled the earth.
Here is the conversation.
phone: RING RING
cranky mailbox guy: Yeah?
tiki: Moshi moshi! Have our Stitchies arrived yet?
CMB: Yeah, but I refused the package.
tiki: Hahahaha! So they've arrived.
CMB: I refused the packages.
tiki: ....
CMB: We don't have enough room. We have boxes around here.
tiki: You always have boxes. You're a storage facility.
CMB: Well, you get too many boxes blah blah blah....
phone: CLICK!
What follows is a frantic phone call to our local post office.
phone: RING RING
tiki: Moshi moshi! Do you have my Stitches?
USPS Guy: Yeah. The Cranky Mailbox Guy refused to take them.
tiki: Yes. That is because he is an asshole.
USPSG: Well, ya know, technically, we're supposed to ship this stuff back to Japan....
tiki: I'll be there in 10 minutes.
So, 'twas off in the tikimobile on a desperate mission to save our Stitchies from their own personal Guantanamo. We parked the car, noticed a bunch of surly teenagers (with no apparent agenda) hovering next door, so we grabbed our iPod and headed into the office.
USPSG was quite amusing, and showed us his neato new toy that would scan our signature. Then he trundled our eighteen million packages out to our car.
We discovered that, to our dread, all the windows in our car had been rolled down, and the moonroof retracted. We must have been flustered and forgot to lock her again. The compartment where we stash our iPod had been opened, but because we had taken out the iPod, nothing was missing. Fuck you, surly teenagers (with no apparent agenda). What made it even more special was it was beginning to rain, and the fact that in broad daylight with tons of other postal customers arriving and departing, no one had thought to shoo away a bunch of surly teenagers rifling through a BMW that obviously didn't belong to them.
We discovered that in addition to the expected Stitchie boxes, there was a delivery to Mr. Tikistitch that was (a) quite big, (b) quite heavy and (c) quite awkward. This made the job of car loading Tetris a bit more challenging, especially as, as was previously noted, it was beginning to rain, and the surly teenagers (with no apparent agenda) continued to hover nearby, in hopes of perhaps snatching anything that might go unattended for more than 15 seconds.
We packed the car. Thanks to a special unfolding of space in the interior, as designed and tested by German engineers, everthing fit, and we could almost drive the car as well!
We returned home, and packed all in to the entryway, where it awaits the inevitable unpacking and squealing (except in Mr. Tiki's case, where the opening part will have to attend his returning to the United States, plus he doesn't really squeal). We are frazzled but victorious.
And now to our confidence intervals, which Dr. Josh has been patiently awaiting this day.
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Date: 2007-10-16 11:03 pm (UTC)Here's hoping the Stitchies are extra-cool to make up for it!
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-16 11:52 pm (UTC)I would be quite upset if someone tried to keep my Pikas from arriving (not that I order all that many Pikas, but when I do I expect their prompt arrival!)
And stupid surly teenagers. I was one, once, but that phase is incredi-boring. Plus, I was not a thieving teenager, just a miserable, angry, hate-the-world one. Eyeliner in excess and all that jazz.
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:03 am (UTC)And I hope when surly teenagers become adults & see what they used to be milling around - that they get karma payback & someone will rifle thru their car & take something expensive. Angst is one thing; stealing is another.
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:23 pm (UTC)The younger clerk who worked there, who we really liked, recently quit, and I'm kinda wondering if this is why CMB chose this day to go psycho.
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Date: 2007-10-17 04:21 am (UTC)Randolph Mantooth joins me in affirming that Tiki is in the right and Mailbox Guy is in the wrong!
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 02:59 pm (UTC)I'm a bit disappointed that the tradition of Japanese-American cultural misunderstanding hasn't given us Tokyo Disney Black Pointy Hood Stitch.
But only a bit.
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:24 pm (UTC)