Well, readers…I’ll preface this story by saying – people are idiots.

What occurred this past week in regards to my beautiful Marie Antoinette wig can be described as nothing short of a perfect storm of stupidity.

I ordered the wig from a reputable wig company (in hopes of not getting screwed over) on October 17th. The wig was spendy (making me believe it would be good quality) so I indicated I wanted it shipped to my work address, to avoid having a package possibly sit on my doorstep in rain and/or snow.

A week passes and no wig. Monday, I emailed the company asking for the tracking number – I get the number Tuesday – it’s apparently already been delivered. TO MY HOUSE, and LEFT AT MY BACK DOOR. Uh…no. It’s not at my house.

[Read – SOMEONE STOLE IT FROM MY DOORSTEP.]

Thanks, little high school shits that had to OPEN THE BACK GATE and trespass onto my property to steal a box that contained a powdered wig.

Sigh.

So, after I realize all this, I call the company to yell at them for delivering it to the wrong address, where I’m told that the “woman who deals with this isn’t here today – can she call you tomorrow?”

Fine.

I order another wig (cheaper) from another company and pay to have it shipped express, TO MY WORK the next day.

[I have it now. It’ll do.]

I called the original company…AGAIN, since no one called me back…and apparently this chick isn’t there today either.

To wrap up this post – let me point out the idiotstorm of events that took place.

1.) The wig company ignored something known as the shipping address and just mailed it to where ever they felt like.

2.) UPS not only didn’t leave a package note on my front door, they didn’t get a signature, and LEFT A BOX SITTING AT MY BACK DOOR FOR ALL TO SEE.

3.) The wig company doesn’t really seem to care all that much that I really don’t need a Marie Antoinette wig after Halloween, thank you very much, but are more concerned about having ME do all the legwork to file a claim for the package. NO – you SOBs, I want my money back and if UPS can find the damn thing, you can keep it. I don’t plan on wearing it again after Friday night.

The end.

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