I know that Christmas time is stressful.
I know that you spend half of your time knocking at the doors of empty houses trying to deliver a parcel.
I know that you are literally run off your feet.
I opened my door the other morning to leave for a site visit and a huge parcel tumbled into the hallway. Our postman had kindly just leaned it against the door and hoped for the best. It was my Christmas presents from my family. My mum had told me that the parcel was arriving, she had paid for it to go second class, standard mail. So I get it, he didn’t need a signature, we live in a very safe neighbourhood, it would be alright.
The thing is, I was in, and Es was in, the postman hadn’t even knocked to find that out. What if someone had taken it? it would have been just another ‘lost in the mail’ statistic. I am sure my mum didn’t insure the package, so that would have been that.
Now I get how busy he is at this time of year. And I get that leaving a card is inconvenient for all concerned, better to leave it in a safe place to be found. At my old address the lovely postman would leave the parcel in the wood shed, but would always post the card and let me know that he ‘left the parcel in the wood shed’.
Not this guy. He thinks I’m telepathic.
So, I hear you mumble, mum should have sent the parcel signed for then? well no, not really, that would not have worked either. You see, I recently ordered from my lovely NuSkin rep Katie some (rather expensive) face wash. Katie is not my local rep, but the daughter of a friend, which is why I give her my orders. As a consequence I have to pay postage but she always sends by registered and signed for. She let me know on a Friday that she was placing her order. After a week and a half elapsed I asked her if the order had arrived as I had received nothing. She told me she had posted my order about four days ago, we guessed it was just the Christmas post situation and I agreed to sit and wait for it.
The next day I came home from a site visit to find Es had placed a jiffy bag on the dining room table. I eagerly picked it up to open it and it didn’t look right. When I opened the package the box inside was soaking wet through and had basically disintegrated, as had the note Katie sent me. I thought the worse, my very expensive (did I mention that it was expensive?) face wash had burst. I removed the soggy box with trepidation but could find nothing wrong with the tube. Weird! I sent Katie these photos:
She suggested that maybe postie had slipped in the snow and fallen on it? neither of us could tell what had actually happened.
All was revealed the next day however when Es asked me if I got my parcel. “Yes” I replied, “although it was soaking wet through, I think postie must have dropped it in a puddle or something”. Actually what had happened was, as Es was putting the recycling bins out he noticed a parcel in the glass box and picked it up, realised it was addressed to me and unopened and brought it in.
Well! is that naughty? if it was signed for, had postie signed the paperwork himself? and if he had, and the recycling had been picked up by the bin men and my expensive face wash had gone to the recycling plant, what then? I would have chased Katie and she would have chased Royal Mail, they would have produced a signed piece of paper and that would have been their liability ended. Surely not? what if that signature did not belong to anyone of the recipients household? does that mean that Mr Postman can sign for your parcel and then pop it in his holdall and take it home to his wife?
I am confused…..
Do I write a sternly worded letter to the local sorting office?
Do I find Mr Postman on his rounds and address the situation with him?
Do I do nothing, as, no harm no foul.
This dilemma may have been addressed a couple of days after I wrote this original post. Postie knocked on the door with a package, and I, caught out, but wanting my package, answered the door in my sleeping shorts and t-shirt. Postie seemed a little flustered and didn’t know where to place his gaze. I suspect however that it may be the impetus he needs to knock on in the future, as who knows what surprise lies behind door number 1?