We Are Not Amused

The Postal Service seems to have some very odd ideas about Priority Mail. On Monday, I shipped a package from here in Michigan out to Missouri.

Well, apparently "priority" means "let it just sit around the post office for about a week". And when it does finally move, where does it go? Not anyplace along the way to Missouri (Ohio, Indiana, or Illinois), but out to bloody SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA.

What the flying hell is going on, USPS? Come on! I was told it would arrive in two days with Priority Mail, so that's what I paid for. The way things are going, I'll probably be lucky if the package isn't mauled by bears by the time it gets delivered. If I wanted it to take longer, I wouldn't have opted for the "Priority" option. Augh.

I'm going in to complain tomorrow. I shall put on my complaining hat and see if I can at least get refunded so that I'm only being charged for sending a package through parcel post, since that seems to be the service I'm getting.

And then I get to battle the behemoth that is Comcast's phone line. Oh joy.