Listen up when I tell you that hell hath no fury like a postal customer spurned. You guys know how much I love the USPS. I use it almost every day and I depend on it to get my business done. I promote the Post Office like Tom pimps L-Ron so I'm more than a little bummed when my mail does not get from Point A to Point B.
This one is almost certainly not Postmaster John "Sweet Jack" Potter's fault but I am launching a full investigation tomorrow and will let the chips fall where they may.
Here's the deal. About three weeks ago I had lunch with a colleague of mine, a guy who works in the same business as I do, but whom I had never met. We had been email pals but one day decided to meet up at the newly renovated downtown 13 Coins restaurant, which, getting completely off-topic now, looks exactly the same to me as before it closed for the upgrade.
Lunch was terrific, stories were told, french fries were eaten, and hands were shook. About a week later, I thought of a book that related nicely to a conversation we'd had at the lunch, on a subject relevant to our work, and decided to send a copy to my friend as a thank you for meeting with me.
Here's where I struggle. My quick Google search for his company's mailing address apparently delivered an outdated result and I fell for it. So I ended up sending the package to the address his company had moved out of two years ago. Again, it was my error and I acknowledge that.
About a a week after when the gift should have arrived I figured out what had happened. But then started wondering about the people on the other side of this transaction, the ones who now work in the building I sent the thing to?
Several outcomes were possible once the misaddressed package arrived downtown. The best possible result would have been if they had seen who I was trying to mail to (It's a recognizable, well-known brand in Seattle) and took the time to pay it forward. The minimum I think I might reasonably expect in the business world is that they would simply scrawl Return To Sender on the envelope and it would be sent back to my home address on the return label so I could try again.
What I can't abide by is that the dirty commie bastards just kept it! Besides being a federal offense to intentionally open misdelivered mail it would just be a scummy thing to do.
Here's where the smackdown I telegraphed at the top of this post comes in. I am driving down to the wrong address today and bringing a little Colombo* action. I've got just a few questions and don't mind asking them. Once I've established that another tenant is in that office, which i absolutely expect to be the case since it is a high rent office building in the heart of the city, I will start piecing together the chain of command of the package. I will let you know what happens tomorrow.
"Don't mess with the bull. You'll get the horns," said a once-famous now-dead guy. Not Peter Falk though. He's still alive.
*Don't ask. You've missed too much.