I signed the slip. The slip was taken. I waited a week longer. The package never arrived.

I went to the main post office in Palo Alto to inquire about the package — guess what the first question they asked was? “Do you have the peach-colored slip?”. #@%&* is all my mind could muster thinking about the bureaucratic pile of steaming excrement I was about to plow through face-#@%&*ing-first.

I know what you’re saying, talk to the mail carrier! Unfortunately, Mayberry is a myth, there are no more single-route mailmen. Our neighborhood carriers change and morph more than horny bacteria in putrid algae. I suggested to the supervisor we speak to said carrier but I got the ‘ole “We have over 200 carriers here, sir, who look at over blah blah letters and blah packages a day . . . ”

Anyway, it’s lost (probably forever) if you see it, it’s mine. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, it’s not about the money I spent, I really like this piece and wanted it in my Son’s room! If you could please spread the word — especially Bay Area bloggers — I’d appreciate any help. Reward.