I haven't always had a problem with UPS, in fact, I got excited when I saw the UPS truck. But now whenever I see one of those crap brown trucks I flip them off and swear. It started with me ordering Stephenie Meyer's Eclipise. I preordered this book and I was really excited that I was finally going to get it. Dun-Dun-Dunnnnn, then UPS intervened. It seems they couldn't find my house, despite the fact that they delivered crap to my house all the time. I was livid. They pretty much said that if I wanted the book, I would have to drive to their offices in FORT WORTH, almost an HOUR away, to pick it up. When I couldn't get there to pick it up, they sent it back to B&N. I bought a copy of the book at the B&N store that I frequent, and that was the end of that.
But monday I ordered The Last Days by Scott Westerfeld, because Peeps was bad ass, and now I am waiting nervously to see if the UPS bastards can find my house. I even wrote our house number on our WHITE mailbox in giant BLACK letters so they can see the damn address. If my best-friend Jenn the blonde crackhead can find my house, surely UPS can find it. Pray for me
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