Fucking US Postal Service Motherfuckers

It's minor, but annoying. I sell books on Ebay, and ship them throughout the US using something called Media Mail. It's very cheap, takes fourteen days, and is only available for the shipping of written material. Anyway, I had 6 fucking boxes returned to me this weekend because i used crumpled up newspaper to pack my boxes... some of this newspaper had ads on it, and according to USPS policy, I was sending advertisements through the incorrect form of mail, which is illegal... Fucking retarded.

 

I just have a few questions…
1.) What kinds of books?
2.) Do you write/make these books?
3.) Dose fish have anything to do with writing/making/selling/â€￾buying?â€￾ these books?

I’m just a very curios person.

 

Why don't you ask the USPS for paper to wrap your books? <--there's something missing there, I know... That way, they can't tell you anything.

 

Yes, they opened my boxes; so they can make sure I'm just shipping books. And the Post Office is more than happy to sell me paper, but they won't give it to me. Lastly, I sell romance novels. Fish sells stuff, too, but usually just junk from around the house. We sold two broken Xbox controllers last week for $9. Not including shipping.

 

If it is economically efficient, I think you should switch to FedEx; they do a much better job than UPS, plus they have a nasty habit of delivering packages a day or two early (in other words, they're much faster than UPS).

 

Fed Ex kicks ass, other than the slight problem of costing an arm and a leg.

 

You get what you pay for.

 

So it's like some sort of weird body part exchange service?

 

I'm sure Nancy's thought about it...

 

No; they never give the parts back.

If you're too opposed to giving up a limb, they'll take your left testicle, your right ovary, or your firstborn child; whichever you would prefer to part with.

 

I'd give em my firstborn child. Children are, afterall, expendable :lol:

 

and the production process is fun and easy!!! not sure that i want to give up my current hell-spawn, though... they can have our next kid.

 

Think about what you're saying here, Fish knows your user name and maybe he doesn't like making them as much as you.

 

spoken like a true virgin.

 

o.0

Thats flippin rediculous, ive sent many materials through media mail while selling on eBay as well (even non-writen materials ) and never had any problems like that, i almost always used newspapers too for packing.

sounds to me like someone was opening your shit to try and find somthing of "interest" for themselves, after finding nothing worth liberating, they probably just needed some bullshit excuse as to why it was opened and deemed undeliverable.

but ya never know, it's not like the US government doesnt have a million and 1 stupid laws to either ruin your day or make them an extra 2 cents...


-Neo

 

It was a sucky day for John the Postal Worker. He'd been passed over for promotion yet again. The other guys were making jokes about his love life not quite behind his back. And it didn't help that he didn't trust that hot dog he got from 7-Eleven for breakfast.

As he stood sorting packages, he knew what he had to do. He'd drive home on his lunch break, get his assault rifle and a crate of ammo. He'd make them pay. Oh yes!

He came to a stack of six boxes, media mail shipment. Porn! he thought hopefully. He opened one box. A bunch of torn newspaper surrounded a few books--romance novels by the looks of 'em. He opened the next box, and the next one, and the other three. Romance novels and newspaper.

Dammit! Where's the porn! He looked at the shipping labels, noted that they all were addressed from the same person. He'd show them for not shipping porn! He used an old postal sorter trick, repacking the boxes, dutifuly noting on all six boxes that they were being returned for advertising content. There were, after all, ads in some of the newspapers.

He glanced at the wall clock as he resealed the last box, marking it "Return to Sender". Dammit! He missed his lunch break! Oh well, he'd have to shoot up the office tomorrow.

Later that day, he got a raise (there'd been a foulup with the paperwork, after all), then was sexually propositioned by a well-known supermodel (who had been stalking him after falling in love with him at the local Starbuck's) right in front of all his coworkers.

Life now being good, he decided not to shoot up the office after all.

He died later that night, right before his supermodel stalker took her panties off. Ruled a heart attack, the true culprit was that 7-Eleven hot dog he'd forgotten to be worried about.

You see, Ricky the 7-Eleven cashier had been having a bad morning...

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Lives were saved thanks to those returned boxes. Just remember that.