The Decency of the Day (for the appreciative of heart)
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I'm game. I have a decency story.
About ten days ago I sold an electronic manicure set to a supposed buyer in Georgia. A few days later, I was notified that the buyer filed a fraud alert with their financial institution. I checked the tracking number, and the package showed it was in Dallas, TX. This package should not have gone through Dallas. I called the USPS toll-free number and spoke to "Terry." Come to find out the package had been rerouted to an address in Texas, presumably by the buyer. I requested a package intercept, hoping the USPS could reroute the package back to me. As I watched the tracking number, the package went from Dallas to Nashville, so I thought I was good. I checked the next day, and it was in Chattanooga. That was not good. I had already researched and learned that Chattanooga was the regional sorting facility for the rural small Georgia town that it was supposed to go to in the first place. I called the tiny post office in Georgia and explained what was going on to the lovely southern lady that answered. She was sweet, called me "hun," took down the information and said she would make sure the carrier did not deliver my package. Sure enough the next day, I called her back, and she had my package and was going to send it back to me. She also told me she was not going to bill me for the package intercept or return postage. I got my package back Saturday, reported the buyer, and hopefully they are banned before they try to rip off another seller. I would like to thank "Gina" and "Terry" of the USPS for being kind and going above and beyond to help me. Both showed decency.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/21/2024 04:56AM by ServiceAward.
About ten days ago I sold an electronic manicure set to a supposed buyer in Georgia. A few days later, I was notified that the buyer filed a fraud alert with their financial institution. I checked the tracking number, and the package showed it was in Dallas, TX. This package should not have gone through Dallas. I called the USPS toll-free number and spoke to "Terry." Come to find out the package had been rerouted to an address in Texas, presumably by the buyer. I requested a package intercept, hoping the USPS could reroute the package back to me. As I watched the tracking number, the package went from Dallas to Nashville, so I thought I was good. I checked the next day, and it was in Chattanooga. That was not good. I had already researched and learned that Chattanooga was the regional sorting facility for the rural small Georgia town that it was supposed to go to in the first place. I called the tiny post office in Georgia and explained what was going on to the lovely southern lady that answered. She was sweet, called me "hun," took down the information and said she would make sure the carrier did not deliver my package. Sure enough the next day, I called her back, and she had my package and was going to send it back to me. She also told me she was not going to bill me for the package intercept or return postage. I got my package back Saturday, reported the buyer, and hopefully they are banned before they try to rip off another seller. I would like to thank "Gina" and "Terry" of the USPS for being kind and going above and beyond to help me. Both showed decency.
There is the truth.
Then there is the right thing to say.
Then there is the right thing to say.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/21/2024 04:56AM by ServiceAward.
This falls more into the grateful category, rather than decency.
Today I ran into an elderly gentleman (88) I know in a thrift store. I met him a couple of years ago when he bought an old microwave I had listed in the newspaper. It was the middle of summer, so I was giving out bags and bags of vegetables and tomatoes to whomever I could. I offered the gentleman some, and he gladly took them. He gave me his number and asked me to let him know if I had more later in the summer. We became casual friends since.
Last summer he came over several times to pick up vegetables from me. He was walking slowly due to an issue with his hip, and he told me he hesitated to have surgery for it due to his age. I had not talked with him since last October, so I called him a few weeks ago to check on him but reached his answering machine instead. I didn't hear back from him, and had actually done a search for his obituary because I was concerned he may have passed away.
So, after 2 yard sales and an estate sale this morning, it was a little too early for lunch. I decided to duck into a thrift store. That's where I ran into the gentleman. He looked great for 88! I hugged him, and he apologized he had not returned my call because he forgot. No worries, I told him. I was thankful to see him, and that he seemed to be doing well. I thought he was walking better, though he never had surgery, and he said his hip still hurts most days.
Today I ran into an elderly gentleman (88) I know in a thrift store. I met him a couple of years ago when he bought an old microwave I had listed in the newspaper. It was the middle of summer, so I was giving out bags and bags of vegetables and tomatoes to whomever I could. I offered the gentleman some, and he gladly took them. He gave me his number and asked me to let him know if I had more later in the summer. We became casual friends since.
Last summer he came over several times to pick up vegetables from me. He was walking slowly due to an issue with his hip, and he told me he hesitated to have surgery for it due to his age. I had not talked with him since last October, so I called him a few weeks ago to check on him but reached his answering machine instead. I didn't hear back from him, and had actually done a search for his obituary because I was concerned he may have passed away.
So, after 2 yard sales and an estate sale this morning, it was a little too early for lunch. I decided to duck into a thrift store. That's where I ran into the gentleman. He looked great for 88! I hugged him, and he apologized he had not returned my call because he forgot. No worries, I told him. I was thankful to see him, and that he seemed to be doing well. I thought he was walking better, though he never had surgery, and he said his hip still hurts most days.There is the truth.
Then there is the right thing to say.
Then there is the right thing to say.
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