thun·der·struck (thndr-strk) adj. Affected with sudden astonishment or amazement.
“Feed me!” – My lonely plug still awaits its converter
It’s now been six weeks since I ordered the 72V-12V converter from Thunderstruck Motors of California. A couple of weeks ago, at about the four week mark, I checked the tracking number on the USPS website only to be given the following message:
I contacted Thunderstruck, and one of their staff – Brian – got back to me with an apology, explaining that USPS tracking is not very good and that I should just give it a few more days – not unreasonable given the considerable number of time zones that separate us.
Me: “Excuse me, but do you have a package for me somewhere?”
Customs Official: “We have 393,234 parcels in our holding area, but I’ll take a quick look. Any idea what it looks like?”
Me: “It’s a little box, or maybe just a package. Brown. Or maybe white. It has my name and address on it…”
You might think that perhaps the USPS number would help. But if USPS can’t even track their own parcel using this, then it’s pretty unlikely that our own customs service can do anything with that number either. Or is there some magnificently efficient database that can identify – by recipient name and address – exactly what they have in their gargantuan warehouse/hanger where they keep those mountainous stretches of international mail?