“Is this it?” the kid at the entry of my office asked as he placed a hand on the overnight envelope sitting on the counter.
“I’m sorry?” I responded as I studied the over-sized UPS uniform draping off his boyish frame.
“You called for a pick up.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“Is the usual driver here?” I asked as I pulled the envelope off the counter and placed it down on my desk.
“Don? He’s in the truck. I’m just his seasonal helper.”
I went out to the truck and sure enough, my usual driver, the one who’s been delivering to us for over five years, was there organizing packages.
“Yeah, on my machine, it says you called an hour ago to request a pick up,” Don said as he loaded his machine and showed me the information, which included the package size to be retrieved: 10 pounds.
“Don, I never call. I either drop at a box or the UPS store up the street.”
Then I explained everything. I told him about the extra computer and the stolen credit card. I told him about the comment by the Lenovo rep about the thieves trying to retrieve the laptop. I even showed Don into the office to offer the evidence, one computer box from Lenovo hiding in the linen closet. I’m still waiting for a shipping label.
After UPS left, I ran around the office telling my coworkers.
“But if there’s no label, how does UPS know how what to do with it?” my dad asked. “I don’t know PJ, maybe it was Lenovo trying to get the computer back. Like the guy accidentally sent a pick-up?”
“I’m beyond trying to figure this one out. I’ll see you later,” I said as I grabbed my purse and left the office.
In my car, fighting Friday evening traffic and holiday mayhem, I called back a suitor. He updated me on the recent drama of a work deal and just as I started telling him about my computer debacle, my phone chirped.
“I have another call. It’s a coworker. Can I call you right back?”
“Not a problem.”
I hung up and took the one from my coworker.
“Hey Scott,” I answered.
“Yeah, listen, two seconds ago, FedEx came buy. The guy said you had called for a pick up.”
“Really? We don’t even use FedEx.”
“They said you called and that you wanted them to pick up a ten pound box.”
“Well now we know UPS wasn’t sent out by Lenovo.”
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11 comments:
wow, holy crazy game...
dude. how is your head not exploded yet?
I'm just hoping that the next person who arrives to retrieve this computer doesn't have two names and even more chins.
Weird ... something is definitely not right ... how can they do this without an address??
He didn't give them the computer, right? Lord, what a mess!
Is it just me, or is this a hell of a lot of effort to steal one measly computer?!
just send the thing to me. No chance they'll find it in Alaska.
Sheesh, with all this trouble, he should have just ordered the fancier computer. He didn't let FedEx pick it up, did he?
I was going to leave the exact same comment as Crist, seems like a lot of trouble, either that or they usually have this worked out flawlessly and you have somehow messed up their plan.
Crazy!
Man, what jchristg and anne said. Have you actually opened this box? Played with the computer? Are you sure you're not sitting on 10 pounds of heroin or some missing NSA files?
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