denpo
Carburated Nihilist
Guys, I got to vent this off.
*disclaimer, I don't master "making long story short in english" well yet.
Background:
I bought a used '80 bumper cover from a guy in NM (from CF for sale post).
We found out that greyhound shipping what the cheapest way to ship it, given I would go pick it up in Plattsburgh greyhound location. It's 60 miles from Montreal, no big deal.
January the 28th the guys emails me, the package it send and he's been told it should be at Plattsburgh the 31st at 3:05 PM and I should get a phone call. Wow quick and precise I though.
It start to get more interresting
Well, now the wait.
Feb 1st afternoon, I call greyhound general office, I'm transferred to Plattsburgh's office.
I'm told it's not there and I should expect it between now and the 9th. Wow... well...
I though it had to do with the snowstorm and decided to be patient.
I call them back the 9th. Some girl tell me it's not there yet and I'll be called. Funny, I didn't even gave her my tracking number. She tells me she recognized my phone number. Hum....
The 13th I call once again, and I told it's there, and they tried to phone me the day before but couldn't reach me. ok... at least it's there.
I have 72h to get it before they start charging. It's too late, it's Sunday, I'll get the day after (today) off and go pick it up.
Here we go, the crusty bits
Today, 1pm, I park in front of the greyhound office, which is nothing more than a small desk in the hall of a economic highway inn.
At the desk, a young women ask for my name, and tells me straight away that it's not there.
huh???
Well, I tell her someone from this very 'office' just told me the day before it was here.
I barely finish my phrase, she asks me the name of the someone.
Like if I take time to memorize the name of every clerk I speak to.
Anyway, for a French guy like me everytime it sound like " #@?!% speaking, how can I help you? "
"Without name I can't do anything" she says.
My mood is swing between depressing and incredulity.
I start again, stating it must be here since...
Again she reply blah blah, no name no decision, cant be here, blah blah.
I hate when people don't even make the effort to looks like they're actually listening to you. And that smile... well, some sort of grind.
She then show me a whiteboard, four or five row with name on it.
She ask if it's my name for every name of the board. Ah come on, you know my name, you asked me I say to myself.
You could she was feeling like a freaking genius.
I'm not used to be taken for a idiot, so I didn't really realize/react, I'm just thinking of having to take another day off... those sort of thing.
She write down my name and address so they could call me when it's there. Yeah sure, like I'm gonna do the travel once again...
Still in disbelieve of the situation, I'm on my sad way out when she says there is a package with no name on it.
Wait, what??? you're telling this only now???
She go check and brings a huge box she drops on the floor like a bag of potato. I hear the fiberglass complaining. I tell her to be more carefully, no answer.
She tell me the box have been here for two week and I got to pay 20$ for the delay.
I'm relieved I didn't make the trip for nothing, still, how would I pay 20$ because they didn't tell me it was there.
She replay that there is no name on the box, I hope she could stop smiling, I now feel she's having fun out of my demise.
Ok, let's get the fuck out of here, I pay the 20$, and leave.
I get out of this inn hall, go to my car (3m away for the door), open my trunch and put the box in the car.
Then, what do I see... my address, written on the box, with my phone number. It's small, but it's there. I rush back into the hall (I've been out less than a minute), and show it to her.
Still smiling, the looks me straight in the eyes and say: "sir, it was not there, you just wrote it now".
WHAT????????
Without blinking an eye, without an hesitation she tell me I'm a liar, pure and simple.
I was speachless, I facepalmed (literally).
I got some sort of angry, but hey, what do you want to do?
She was still smiling, I understood I was speaking to some deeply fucked up human like creature. To come up so quickly with such a wicked idea, you have to be just as wicked.
Got back in my car, got the fuck out of the State and try to forget this bottom low in faith in humanity.
Won't be using greyhound shipping again anytime soon.
Crappy is something, vicious is an other.
*disclaimer, I don't master "making long story short in english" well yet.
Background:
I bought a used '80 bumper cover from a guy in NM (from CF for sale post).
We found out that greyhound shipping what the cheapest way to ship it, given I would go pick it up in Plattsburgh greyhound location. It's 60 miles from Montreal, no big deal.
January the 28th the guys emails me, the package it send and he's been told it should be at Plattsburgh the 31st at 3:05 PM and I should get a phone call. Wow quick and precise I though.
It start to get more interresting
Well, now the wait.
Feb 1st afternoon, I call greyhound general office, I'm transferred to Plattsburgh's office.
I'm told it's not there and I should expect it between now and the 9th. Wow... well...
I though it had to do with the snowstorm and decided to be patient.
I call them back the 9th. Some girl tell me it's not there yet and I'll be called. Funny, I didn't even gave her my tracking number. She tells me she recognized my phone number. Hum....
The 13th I call once again, and I told it's there, and they tried to phone me the day before but couldn't reach me. ok... at least it's there.
I have 72h to get it before they start charging. It's too late, it's Sunday, I'll get the day after (today) off and go pick it up.
Here we go, the crusty bits
Today, 1pm, I park in front of the greyhound office, which is nothing more than a small desk in the hall of a economic highway inn.
At the desk, a young women ask for my name, and tells me straight away that it's not there.
huh???
Well, I tell her someone from this very 'office' just told me the day before it was here.
I barely finish my phrase, she asks me the name of the someone.
Like if I take time to memorize the name of every clerk I speak to.
Anyway, for a French guy like me everytime it sound like " #@?!% speaking, how can I help you? "
"Without name I can't do anything" she says.
My mood is swing between depressing and incredulity.
I start again, stating it must be here since...
Again she reply blah blah, no name no decision, cant be here, blah blah.
I hate when people don't even make the effort to looks like they're actually listening to you. And that smile... well, some sort of grind.
She then show me a whiteboard, four or five row with name on it.
She ask if it's my name for every name of the board. Ah come on, you know my name, you asked me I say to myself.
You could she was feeling like a freaking genius.
I'm not used to be taken for a idiot, so I didn't really realize/react, I'm just thinking of having to take another day off... those sort of thing.
She write down my name and address so they could call me when it's there. Yeah sure, like I'm gonna do the travel once again...
Still in disbelieve of the situation, I'm on my sad way out when she says there is a package with no name on it.
Wait, what??? you're telling this only now???
She go check and brings a huge box she drops on the floor like a bag of potato. I hear the fiberglass complaining. I tell her to be more carefully, no answer.
She tell me the box have been here for two week and I got to pay 20$ for the delay.
I'm relieved I didn't make the trip for nothing, still, how would I pay 20$ because they didn't tell me it was there.
She replay that there is no name on the box, I hope she could stop smiling, I now feel she's having fun out of my demise.
Ok, let's get the fuck out of here, I pay the 20$, and leave.
I get out of this inn hall, go to my car (3m away for the door), open my trunch and put the box in the car.
Then, what do I see... my address, written on the box, with my phone number. It's small, but it's there. I rush back into the hall (I've been out less than a minute), and show it to her.
Still smiling, the looks me straight in the eyes and say: "sir, it was not there, you just wrote it now".
WHAT????????
Without blinking an eye, without an hesitation she tell me I'm a liar, pure and simple.
I was speachless, I facepalmed (literally).
I got some sort of angry, but hey, what do you want to do?
She was still smiling, I understood I was speaking to some deeply fucked up human like creature. To come up so quickly with such a wicked idea, you have to be just as wicked.
Got back in my car, got the fuck out of the State and try to forget this bottom low in faith in humanity.
Won't be using greyhound shipping again anytime soon.
Crappy is something, vicious is an other.
