Showing posts with label FedEx. riffraff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FedEx. riffraff. Show all posts
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Disconnec...ted.
Dear FedEx,
What kind of asinine operation are you running where a delivery person would leave several hundred dollars in mobile electronics on a front porch--without ringing a doorbell!? Without requiring a signature!? Are you stupid? That is not a rhetorical question; I would really like to know.
Sincerely,
Teresa
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Dear Young Woman Who Answered When I Called HomeBoy's Number,
Don't let me see you in the street.
On second thought, DO. Do let me see you in the street.
I wish you would let me see you...
So Serious,
The Angry Woman Who Paid for That Phone
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(And now I can laugh about it...not right now, but soon.)
Labels:
FedEx. riffraff,
frustration,
in real life,
open letter
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