*sigh* I knew I should have gone home 1/2 hour ago. People are RUDE – and I don’t start off many conversations the way this one started but the tone in the rude persons voice on the other end of the phone was more than I wanted to deal with at this particular time of day and I had someone in my office for a meeting.
*phone rings, I answer*
Them: Yeah…what happens when the mailman delivers a package there?
Me: Well, I’d guess they would either place the package in the mailbox or knock on the door to deliver it.
Them: Listen – I mailed a package to my friend over 2 months ago and just found out they never got it. How does the mail work there, anyway?
Me: It’s as reliable as any other place in the country – it’s hit or miss. Each apartment has a mailbox.
Them: What kind of mailboxes do you have there?
Me: They lock – each apartment has their own. The rental office does not accept packages for residents.
Them: What happens if it’s too big for the mailbox?
Me: I’m not the Post Office…but I would guess that the postal carrier would go to the door of the address and attempt delivery – after that, I have no idea – you’d need to contact the post office.
Them: So, you’re telling me that you don’t know where they deliver packages there?
Me: I already told you – mailbox or the door. If you want more information you need to contact the United States Postal Service for more information. I’m an apartment manager, not a mail carrier.
Them: Give me the number to the post office!
Me: I’m sorry…you’ll need to contact information for that.
Them: I’m not at a place I can do that.
Me: Then how did you call me? I’m very busy with people in my office, I don’t have time to drop everything and do this right now, I’m sorry.
Them: You are no help whatsoever!!!!
Me: I’m also not the post office.