Someone else's USPS story in this community reminded me of an odd experience I had at the Post Office when I was 18.
I went out of NYC -- to Wauwatosa, WI -- as a high school graduation present to myself. My mom used to send me a money order every week -- and during the second week, I happened to miss the parcel the money order came in. So, I had the friend I was staying with drive me to the post office.
I get there and I present them with the slip and my NYS Driver's License. The lady tells me that she can't give me the parcel. I ask her why and she tells me because my address doesn't match the one on the parcel. I keep pestering her about how it was sent from my mother who has the same address as me (but not the same last name) and that the sender's address is the home address on my license. She still refuses, citing the same excuse. I explained to her the situation: I'm visiting and my mom is sending me money to make sure I'm okay and she still refuses. So, I asked for her higher up. Her higher up wouldn't give me the parcel either, but I guess he got sick of my pestering that he let me call my mother on my cell phone in order for him to speak to her and verify that the parcel was sent to me at my friend's address @_@;. And that's how I got my money order parcel.
It's just funny, because when I need to pick up a parcel/package in NY -- they only check if the name and picture matches. They don't care about the address o_o; ..
Awhile ago My boyfriend called me up around fourish to say he had had the day from hell at work and would be there until around six then would start the 90 minute drive home. I thought some pizza would cheer him up when he got home so I called Pizza Hut around 6:15 to make sure they would deliver around the same time my boy was getting home so we could have some fresh hot pizza.
I called and decided the special sounded great and ordered that. They asked my phone number and I had to recite it to them no less than 5 times. When they finally got it right they said Cindy and I said that was me and they confirmed we still lived at such and such address and then he asked how I wanted to pay for it. I told him I wanted to pay for it by credit card. He said that was fine and again I had to give him my credit card number quite a few times before he got it right. He told me to expect my food around seven. I said great, thanks and hung up.
Seven rolls around and no pizza. I called just to check and the guy said it was on its way out and should be there soon. seven thirty rolls around and my boyfriend shows up but still no pizza. I called again to check on it. They guy now tells me that the guy got lost because there was no such address as the one I gave him. I told him I double checked the address with him and they had delivered here a few times before. He stood by his story that there was no such address and when he called about it I didn't answer. I said I never got a call and he replied that he called ***-**** I said well that explains it, that's not my number. He then started to argue with me about it so I just hung up on him. Boyfriend and I went out to McDonalds then called it at night since he was exhausted.
When my credit card bill arrived for the month it looked like Pizza Hut had charged me every time they asked what my credit card number was so I had to call and cancel the charges.
I'm so glad we've moved since then and now have a new pizza place to go to.
Back story= My adult son lives with us. Because of a birth defect plus a stroke, he uses an electric wheelchair and cannot stand at all.
Last week, we went shopping at the same WalMart that I worked at for 7 years before I quit 2 months ago to take care of him.
We have a van with a hydraulic wheelchair lift that comes out the back doors. I parked in a handicapped space that was the last in the row, so that no one could park in back of me. On the back door of the silver van, in black lettering 3 inches tall, are the words, "Chair Lift--Yield 8 feet"...Pretty self explanatory, right?
As we came out of the store, I saw about 30 shopping carts lined up 4 feet from the back door of the van! As I looked around, I saw a 'cart pusher' going back into the store! I called him over and asked if he had put them there and he said that he had. I told him that they had to be moved, and asked if he had seen the sign on the back door. He apologized, and said he hadn't, ( I didn't believe him, but ...), and began moving the carts..So far, just annoying. As he comes for the last load of carts, he says to me, "Just so you know, I'm legally dyslexic." This is my WTF! moment....Dyslexic I can understand, but can you be legally dyslexic? Like legally blind?
I'm blind. This company records college textbooks in audio format. Well, nice! Or so you think. there's a device called the victor Reader Stream. RFBD will tell you that their downloadable books, work on this device. I have been doing every single piece of technological gymnastics I've ever learned, to get these books to work. I've been working on it since 11:00 this morning. it's now just a bit shy of quarter past eight. These books are protected by DrM. RFBD never tells you this, and neither does the distributor of the Stream. DRM protected content, as I've only just found out, doesn't work on this device at all. So now I'm sittin' here with four college textbooks that are virtually useless to me if I can't get them on this adapted book player. The only thing I can think of to do at this point is to convert the files to a different, more acceptable, filetype. I can't find a piece of accessible software that works with Jaws for Windows, the screen reading application I use, that'll allow me to do this. this is absolutely rediculous. Anyone with a disability, don't use RFBD if you can help it. I'm disgusted that an organization that claims to serve people with disabilities would lock us out like this.