Just a funny story I thought I would share.
Those of us who don't get to walk down to the corner store and buy a tin of snus all know that the week between ordering and opening that package is the slowest week ever. We also all know that happy giddy feeling we all get when it finely does arrive, like a kid in a candy store, or Christmas or your birthday, or being an expectant father.
Well my order before my last was shipped to my house, and no one was home to sign for it. All I got was a card saying I had to go to the post office and pick it up. Kind of like getting coal in your stocking. Sad sad day.
That was on 9-10-07.
My wife offered to pick it up for me the next day, but I decided to go get it myself during my lunch break the next day. I couldn't wait until I got home that night, and wanted it that day.
For some reason it didn't go to my nearest post office, but went to the post office near my work, which was fine, strange, but fine. I work near a major airport, and the route from my work to this post office takes me right through this airport. If you have ever been to Detroit Metro Airport, its about the size of a city, and the trip was about 15 minutes one way.
I didn't realize it would take so long, and I only get 30 minutes for lunch, guess I should have let my wife go as I will be late back from lunch now.
Driving over the speed limit was not an option, for some reason there were cops everywhere that day.
Once at the post office I presented my card. The woman shuffled through some stuff in the front, then said she would be right back, and disappeared to the back. Again, waiting on snus makes time go so slow, seemed like she was back there forever, and I was getting antsy.
About that time I have a few random thoughts.
"ok, today IS 9-11, I am near a major airport, I am receiving a package from out of the country, what? did she call customs and waiting for them to arrive?!?"
Just as I have that thought guess who walks in the front door, yep, US Customs agent in full uniform.
Well he was just standing there, so I figure I am next to the airport, where he probably works, it is lunch time, he must just be on lunch, doing his personal errands like me.
FINLEY she come back with my bundle of 12 cans of snus, asks for my ID and has me sign. Mr. Customs Agent holds the door open for me, and I am on my way.
Wow, that was weird. I think I will take the freeway back to work.
Well guess who is driving along right besides me?!
Thats right, a US customs agent, and it wasn't even the same guy.
He dove right next to me for a few seconds, then pulled ahead.
Making it all even weirder, I counted about 7 or 8 state police cars had people pulled over in about a 2 mile stretch. Which I have never seen.
Right about now I'm thinking that 5 bucks I pay UPS to deliver it to my door is well worth it.
Yes, I got back to work without incident, but my next order was shipped via UPS and delivered to where I work.
Weird weird day.
Those of us who don't get to walk down to the corner store and buy a tin of snus all know that the week between ordering and opening that package is the slowest week ever. We also all know that happy giddy feeling we all get when it finely does arrive, like a kid in a candy store, or Christmas or your birthday, or being an expectant father.
Well my order before my last was shipped to my house, and no one was home to sign for it. All I got was a card saying I had to go to the post office and pick it up. Kind of like getting coal in your stocking. Sad sad day.
That was on 9-10-07.
My wife offered to pick it up for me the next day, but I decided to go get it myself during my lunch break the next day. I couldn't wait until I got home that night, and wanted it that day.
For some reason it didn't go to my nearest post office, but went to the post office near my work, which was fine, strange, but fine. I work near a major airport, and the route from my work to this post office takes me right through this airport. If you have ever been to Detroit Metro Airport, its about the size of a city, and the trip was about 15 minutes one way.
I didn't realize it would take so long, and I only get 30 minutes for lunch, guess I should have let my wife go as I will be late back from lunch now.
Driving over the speed limit was not an option, for some reason there were cops everywhere that day.
Once at the post office I presented my card. The woman shuffled through some stuff in the front, then said she would be right back, and disappeared to the back. Again, waiting on snus makes time go so slow, seemed like she was back there forever, and I was getting antsy.
About that time I have a few random thoughts.
"ok, today IS 9-11, I am near a major airport, I am receiving a package from out of the country, what? did she call customs and waiting for them to arrive?!?"
Just as I have that thought guess who walks in the front door, yep, US Customs agent in full uniform.
Well he was just standing there, so I figure I am next to the airport, where he probably works, it is lunch time, he must just be on lunch, doing his personal errands like me.
FINLEY she come back with my bundle of 12 cans of snus, asks for my ID and has me sign. Mr. Customs Agent holds the door open for me, and I am on my way.
Wow, that was weird. I think I will take the freeway back to work.
Well guess who is driving along right besides me?!
Thats right, a US customs agent, and it wasn't even the same guy.
He dove right next to me for a few seconds, then pulled ahead.
Making it all even weirder, I counted about 7 or 8 state police cars had people pulled over in about a 2 mile stretch. Which I have never seen.
Right about now I'm thinking that 5 bucks I pay UPS to deliver it to my door is well worth it.
Yes, I got back to work without incident, but my next order was shipped via UPS and delivered to where I work.
Weird weird day.
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