Getting a betta shipped is unbelievably stressful.
I live in a 3 story house, so I spent the morning sitting on the bottom floor literally 20 feet away from the door where the mail was supposed to be delivered. I decided to go to the bathroom and on my way to the lavatory I spotted a nice pink slip sitting on my welcome mat.
Infuriated, I walked to the post office ready, completely ready to chew out the first employee who gave me any attitude about sorting it out. I realized while waiting in line that the stub said "Available for pickup July 29" and figured it was a typo... It wasn't. I got to the counter and handed them the slip... They checked out back and said the driver wasn't back. I told them the package was clearly marked "Live cargo" and nobody knocked on my door. They said they couldn't help me and gave me the wonderful advice: "Just go look around your neighborhood... He's probably around there still" I had trouble keeping my stupid mouth shut and told the woman she was a moron before I left.
So I walked around my neighborhood for about an hour and a half. I finally spotted the truck driving by me. I tried to wave him down, holding up the slip... He looked me right in the eye and drove by... Great!
I'm incredibly worried... Mad, too... I'm not sure my fish can make it in that post office overnight. It's frigid in there and they've been shipped with a cold pack... I'm worried they're going to get too cold and die.
Anyone have any suggestions short of storming in there and demanding the management to call the driver? I'm an inch away from doing that... That's pure negligence and irresponsibility on their part. You can't go around doing that... Express delivery with a "Live cargo" tag.... And they didn't knock... Unbelievable...