Ah, That’s Why There Are So Many “Postal” Jokes!

This is a follow-up to my previous post.

In recapping, I had to have my mother pick up a Priority Mail “Small Flat Rate Box” due to the local post office not having any in stock, and I needed one to ship my 100 oz. Pan American silver bar to American Precious Metals Exchange.  Last night, I packed the silver in the “Flat Rate” box, put the appropriate documentation inside and labels on the outside, and took it to the post office today to ship it out. As instructed, I filled out the form for sending registered, and filled in the declared value of $1340.00, which was the market value at the time of shipment, and declaration of this amount was required for the insurance.  It was just about this time that the “screw” began to turn and the blood was squeezed from my veins!

It cost a bit more to send the silver than I originally expected.  I went to the post office yesterday for an estimate, to which I was told to use the Priority Mail “Small Flat Rate Box,” and that registering it would be a little more.  Upon returning to the post office today with the silver in hand, packed, and ready to go, I was told that I needed to wrap it in brown paper tape.  After doing so, I returned to the counter, and to my surprise, I was told that I couldn’t  use the “flat rate” shipping method because “Flat Rate” was covered on the box and could not be seen.  As I handed the guy the roll of paper tape, I said “Thanks for that bit of information, any reason why you had me rewrap the package in the first place?”  He replied with “You don’t want the box to come open do you?”  I just felt like wrapping that guys head in that paper tape and sticking him in a box!  The guy at the post office must have been having a bad day because he “played” me pretty hard, and squeezed $34.60 for shipping, when I was originally quoted by another rep at the post office yesterday of $19.00 give or take a buck or two.  I was kind of surprised that the guy didn’t try to sucker me for the additional insurance options and special handling charges that he could dream up!

It wasn’t the fact that I was overcharged by more than $15.00, it’s the way this guy went about it that made this experience, to put it mildly, a bit more memorable.  I have absolutely ZERO tolerance for people who take advantage of other people like this guy did.  I didn’t cause a scene there with a big argument, but I did send a nice email to the postmaster.  I hope that this isn’t the first complaint that has ever been made about “Clerk 22” at the Dundalk Branch of the Post Office.




About WilliamSipe

I moved to Baltimore in 1994 to continue my printing career, and to seek out better opportunities. While picking up valuable experience in two different printing companies, I began thinking of starting my own business. My son was born on July 31, 2004, and is a very special child that means the world to me. After a near-fatal accident that left me disabled in 2004 and unable to return to my printing job, I decided to fall back on my passion for photography and graphic design and work for myself. This is when Pro-PhotoShots was born. Deciding to make photo gifts such as t-shirts, mouse pads, tote bags, sportspacks just to name a few, I bought the necessary equipment and went to work. Using my industrial grade quality materials and equipment and my experience in both photography and graphic design, I went public with my website (www.Pro-PhotoShots.com) offering my services to the world! It's been a great experience, and I hope we are still going strong many years from now.
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