When you're massively underfunded due to your bosses not allowing you to make cuts that would work well, forcing poor choices on you, and not funding you at all, then you have to hire whoever you can.

 

You got shafted with the boxes, yeah, I get that, but don't take it out on the service as a whole.

When you're massively underfunded due to your bosses not allowing you to make cuts that would work well, forcing poor choices on you, and not funding you at all, then you have to hire whoever you can.

 

You got shafted with the boxes, yeah, I get that, but don't take it out on the service as a whole.

But the service is responsible for who it hires. Yeah I'm genuinely mad at whoever dropped it off, but I don't know who that is - so it's easier to just say "USPS" than saying "this person who I don't know that works for USPS" over and over again.

Or just say, "My carrier." =P

 

Sorry, dude, but people getting on the USPS' case is one of my hot button issues, due to family ties and such.

The fun part is it probably damaged well before delivery got a hold of it. Which is why they didn't ring your bell.

 

Let's investigate this. The damage is prominent to one side of the package. Centrally located with a clear point of origin. The damage on the box is longer than it is tall, meaning it was low to the ground compared to what struck it.

 

My estimate: The parcel was on the floor when a heavy pipe or tube fell directly on it. This caused the impact. Most likely during sorting and not en route.

 

 

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I wouldn't want to have to deliver that to human face and deal with the fall-out for something that clearly wasn't my fault. Not the best way to go about it, but there it is.

Were you ordering a fake Pokemon?

 

But I agree with Makaru. If the box was smashed before delivery, that carrier wouldn't have wanted to face you with a smashed box.

Or just say, "My carrier." =P

 

Sorry, dude, but people getting on the USPS' case is one of my hot button issues, due to family ties and such.

And I have an uncle who worked there and is still collecting worker's comp. Doesn't color my opinion of them any. But if it hits even closer to home for you, well.. Just hope you don't take it personal when it's nothing against you or your family.

 

Also, I find saying "carrier" too awkward and never use it in such contexts. Because it's my last name.

The fun part is it probably damaged well before delivery got a hold of it. Which is why they didn't ring your bell.

 

Let's investigate this. The damage is prominent to one side of the package. Centrally located with a clear point of origin. The damage on the box is longer than it is tall, meaning it was low to the ground compared to what struck it.

 

My estimate: The parcel was on the floor when a heavy pipe or tube fell directly on it. This caused the impact. Most likely during sorting and not en route.

 

 

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I wouldn't want to have to deliver that to human face and deal with the fall-out for something that clearly wasn't my fault. Not the best way to go about it, but there it is.

A completely logical possibility, and one I considered as well. If it weren't for the fact that they drop off stuff here all the time, I'd even believe it (like my dad's insulin, for example... which they'll leave outside in the heat when it clearly says on the box it needs to stay cool. And the ice packs in there only last so long). So I don't know what to believe.

 

But it really just boils down to - when you're angry, you blame who was closest. And that was the person working for USPS who dropped it off.

Were you ordering a fake Pokemon?

 

But I agree with Makaru. If the box was smashed before delivery, that carrier wouldn't have wanted to face you with a smashed box.

Umm. Fake? No..? Lizardon is the Japanese name for Charizard.

 

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Also a point of curiosity to me - and this is nothing against any of you. I just find it very, very strange how I post this here and everyone tries to defend USPS and say I shouldn't be so upset. Or perhaps better put as not being too quick to place blame. But I post it to a site where most everybody collects figures from various Japanese lines, and all they do is express gratitude that the figure is fine or share similar stories. Just... interesting how different perspectives can be.

I've lost count of how many of my family's packages USPS has flat-out lost.

Funny thing is, for all the horror stories I've heard (such as this one), I've never, ever, had problems with the USPS.

 

Could just be that my mailman is really nice.

I've never gotten damaged packages, but then again, the only thing I really buy online is manga, which comes in smaller, flatter packages that I imagine are harder to damage in this way.

 

It's good that the figure is fine, though. With how expensive these things are, I can imagine few things worse than getting a damaged figure. (The worse alternative being it being lost altogether)

 

(Also, is that a shiny Charizard? They're already doing shinies?)

Funny thing is, for all the horror stories I've heard (such as this one), I've never, ever, had problems with the USPS.

 

Could just be that my mailman is really nice.

I'm trying to, but can't think of any other times this has happened to me. So I never thought it was common enough either as a result. But hey, it does happen it seems.

I've never gotten damaged packages, but then again, the only thing I really buy online is manga, which comes in smaller, flatter packages that I imagine are harder to damage in this way.

 

It's good that the figure is fine, though. With how expensive these things are, I can imagine few things worse than getting a damaged figure. (The worse alternative being it being lost altogether)

 

(Also, is that a shiny Charizard? They're already doing shinies?)

Haha I wish it were... Nah, the boxes are just using grayscale pictures of the Pokémon for some reason.

Did you order this from a US location? I'm just asking because that looks sorta like a Japanese customs slip on the top, and packages crossing the Pacific have a pretty good chance of being screwed up on the way (I think I've only received one package that crossed that wasn't ripped or broken up.)

 

I've never had something arrive crushed and/or shredded that was mailed within the US. But after their financial issues were made known, some of my US mail has been lost or unreasonably delayed (arriving weeks to months later than expected.) So I definitely hear you there.

Did you order this from a US location? I'm just asking because that looks sorta like a Japanese customs slip on the top, and packages crossing the Pacific have a pretty good chance of being screwed up on the way (I think I've only received one package that crossed that wasn't ripped or broken up.)

 

I've never had something arrive crushed and/or shredded that was mailed within the US. But after their financial issues were made known, some of my US mail has been lost or unreasonably delayed (arriving weeks to months later than expected.) So I definitely hear you there.

Yeah, it's from Japan... But I've ordered from there a lot in the past two years and have had no problems before. It does just add to the string of places things could have gone wrong, though.

USPS sucks, I've had them destroy a ton of things before. Including packages and plenty of magazines.

 

I just had a book delivered by them today and the bottom corner of it was mangled a bit. I am not a fan of USPS.

Story time.

 

A few years back, my dad went to Ohio to attend an auction he was interested in, ended up bidding on and winning a 140 year old tea set (he estimated he got it for 5% of its actual value, which was still no small amount). He intended to give it to my mom as an anniversary present.

 

About two weeks later, I'm at home by myself, which is a fairly rare circumstance, when (it's roughly 11:00 A.M.) I look out the window and see the USPS truck coming down the cul-de-sac. He stops in front of our driveway, and starts walking up with a large package covered in huge "OMG FRAGILE PLS DUN DROP" type stickers. Now ordinarily no one would find anything unusual about this, until you consider the fact that my driveway is 1/10 mile long, and that this is the first time any postal guy has ever not simply driven up next to the garage and made his delivery. Perhaps he thought it was too narrow and didn't like the long ditches on either side.

 

In any event, he lugs this thing right up to the back door and rings the bell, visibly sweaty by the time he gets there. As I'm walking to the windowed door, I can see that he's a reasonably young guy, not more than 25 by my guess. I also get the feeling that he doesn't much like his job, and that he has probably been working since early in the morning. But the long shadows under his eyes and his abnormally unkept hair indicate that weariness is no stranger to him; more like a mistress, perhaps. He just has that look about him that screams "future assylum patient." I open the door, and he tells me he has a parcel for Gravitan Sr. His voice is shaky and he doesn't seem to want to meet my stare. Clearly he knows it was stupid to leave his truck all the way back there, and just wants to get on with his miserable day.

 

I tell him I'll sign for it, and he starts fumbling for his electronic pad thingy without putting the package down first. As he balances the obviously heavy box on one arm and struggles to get his device, with me standing there in awe and wondering how he landed this job, one of my dogs lets out a thunderous bark from somewhere in the house. Clearly our carrier isn't a fan of dogs or loud noises, for suddenly his entire body seems to convulse in shock, and the package practically flies out of his hands and tumbles down the stairs leading up to the porch, each bounce revealing ever more sickeningly the exact nature of its contents. He finally looks me directly in the face, and in that moment I thought I was staring at the ghost of a sixty year old Kristen Stewart who had just discovered that she was dead. Such horror and despair as he was feeling must have been beyond expression in words.

 

But now we come to the climax: Instead of apologizing profusely and going over the liability monologue that had surely been drilled into his head by his trainers, he turns tail and runs. Off he goes down the long driveway, huffing like a polar bear on a treadmill in mid July, practically leaping back into his truck. I hear his tires slipping on the dirt road as he pounds the gas, and he kicks up so much dust that I almost think it's a deliberate attempt to conceal his escape. I laugh like a maniac for a good couple of minutes, and then I remember the tea set. I grab a knife and cut open the package carefully to inspect the damage, and sure enough the thing is completely ruined. I hide the package, and as soon as my dad comes home I take him to it and tell him my story. I don't think there is any way he would have believed me had I not presented to him the pad that the carrier had dropped on the porch in his panic to get away. The next morning, we both go down to the post office, and after my dad wins a shouting match with the manager, I return the gizmo from the previous day's incident and we drive off with double the amount my dad had paid for the merchandise (don't ask me how).

 

To this day my mom doesn't know any of this.

Not sure whether I should feel bad for finding the part about him running absolutely hilarious... Because really that's just bad. I guess it ended a lot better than it could? But wow, I hope I don't run into something that bad in the future.

Not sure whether I should feel bad for finding the part about him running absolutely hilarious... Because really that's just bad. I guess it ended a lot better than it could? But wow, I hope I don't run into something that bad in the future.

 

You would have to have been there to really experience how absurd it all was. I live in a semi-rural area, and people tend to be very friendly with each other, regardless of age, gender, race, etc. We also tend to be very laid back. That context just made his behavior seem so out of place and exaggerated that he ended up looking like an unwitting Shakespearean clown. He probably lost his job after that (and I doubt he had it for very long to begin with), but the incident made me quite popular at the lakeside bonfires for a few weeks, so I'm not complaining.