Good, I didn't want to be the first one to start bitching about customers service.
My beef is with The Brown. Last Friday while I was home for lunch, we got a phone call from a neighbor across the street and down the block a ways. Apparently, UPS had delivered a couple of packages belonging to us to this neighbor. He said the packages were sitting on his front porch. So I walked down to find one smallish, light package and a larger VERY HEAVY box containing my son's drum kit we got him for Christmas (OK, it probably have been better for our sanity if Mr. Brown had just dumped it into a creek, but hey).
So I have a choice: go back and get my truck or just hump it down the block with this thing. Foolishly, I chose the latter. One aching back later, I was furious at the stupidity of the UPS driver. The address number where he left out packages bore no resemblance to ours. What drugs was this person on? Entering the house I told Mrs. TEH that I was going to call UPS and verbally rip them a new one. She told me that she had already tried but couldn't get past the phone tree and recordings. That would have been just more frustration. Therefore, I vowed I would...would...BLOG ABOUT IT!