Bradford Cox is such a dick.
Post Office horror stories, v. 3,238:
Get a notice from the mail carrier that they tried to deliver a package, and it will be available to pick up at the Post Office the following day. (So it goes from a delivery to me to an errand for me to run.)
Attempt to pick up package at post office. They can't find it.
Manager comes out and says it was delivered. I say well, not to me.
They ask to see my slip and go in the back. They come out with a photocopy of a signature slip.
They say it was delivered and signed for. The tracking number on the slip is my tracking number.
The signature and name on the slip are not my name. The address is not my address. I live in a house on a residential street. It was delivered to a suite in an office building.
They ask me if I know the guy who signed. Of course not. They ask if I was expecting a package from Japan. Yes.
They give me a phone number to call. I ask if, before I leave, they can explain why they would leave a note saying they were NOT delivering the package, then instead deliver the package to an address not ON the package, and allow it to be signed for by a person ALSO not on the package. They tell me to call the number.
I call the number, they say they will investigate and try to get my package back. Of course, the business at the address will not be open on Saturday or Sunday.
Don't fucking sign for packages clearly not addressed to you.