We do get stuff done, but there's also contentious arguments over things like Amazon Poop Boxes.
This is quite possibly the best argument I've yet heard against Amazon using drones.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We do get stuff done, but there's also contentious arguments over things like Amazon Poop Boxes.
This is quite possibly the best argument I've yet heard against Amazon using drones.
Yup. And I'm arguing that delivery folks shouldn't have to wait for you to answer the door on drop shipments and getting pushback. Really??!! That's what no sig required IS ALL ABOUT. Pay more (or not, for some purchases, seller is eating that cost) for the guy to wait for you if yer actually home.
Yes, pita, I get it. Which is why I reroute valued shit to alternate sites offered by the damned companies.
So many dumb people.
We, too, appear to live in the same Nextdoor neighborhood.
I barely check our Nextdoor because the crazy burns.
cabin fever defeats cold water
Worst Roshambo EVER.
I still get a little panicky when the fridge light goes out. Dude, the fridge light is a damn constant--if it's not working, what's next? Is the world ending?
Yes, I can survive without flush toilets and running water, but man, don't take my fridge light away. Power's out? Okay then, I just won't open the door till it's back on, and the world makes sense again.
I'll be okay.
In my neighborhood we have less of a problem with people stealing packages and more with the post office delivering them at all. It's one particular carrier--the ones before him were great.
NextDoor shows us that terrible people are the same all over! (Also, nice ones.)
Report him. Back in the early 2000s a lot of my mail came late and partially opened (but never the letters that were obviously bills or junk mail). The last straw was when the metal "We Can Do It" sign I sent to meara got returned and my mail carrier bent it over the arched mailbox rather than leave it at the apartment office or my door. Cue me going on the warpath and filling out a formal written complaint in front of the postmaster.
The carrier later left a message on my answering machine begging me to drop the complaint, so I'm pretty sure I at least got her put on some sort of probation with the USPS.
I am already ready for today to be over.