Oh friends. I’m not sure if your post office is like our post office but you gotta enjoy a great hide and seek game. Oh wait a minute, you don’t know the whole story of The Great Post Office Drama – snorts. Pull up a chair, get you a drink and some popcorn. This is the mystery.
Okay here it goes. Last Friday, there was a knock on the front door of the Hotel Thompson. Before dad could answer it – which trust me was only moments – the mail person jumped in their truck and went on down the street. What? Was that a run by post office… a run by knocking… a test to see if anyone was home? Was there a video camera somewhere with people going to jump out to say “Gotcha”? I mean it was that quick. Later on when mom came home, she found a piece of paper in the mailbox saying they tried to deliver a package. Yeah, okay. On the notice, it said who it was from so mom told me and I got so excited I squealed. The notice said you could come the next morning, Saturday, to the post office and pick it up.
So all night long, I waited. I tossed and turned. All in anticipation of what the package contained. Saturday morning, I got mom up early and her/dad went to the post office. Now, our post office for our neighborhood is like 10 miles away which is really odd because we have a post office like 3 miles away. But that is post office guidelines for you. Mom/dad get to the post office and guess what. It’s closed. Locked down. No one home. Nada. What the heck? Mom looks at her notice again. Yep, she’s at the right place. How’s that for service, huh?
So mom/dad go back home. Later on in the day, mom just happens to see the postman or should I call her postwoman. She runs out to meet her waving the slip of paper in her hand. Mom in so many nice words tells her about how it was ‘attempted to be delivered’ and fusses. Of course the carrier apologizes and doesn’t have the package today. Mom then tells her she even went to the post office on the slip she left and guess what – they were closed! The carrier took the slip and said she would have the substitute deliver it Monday. Great. My package will have to wait until Monday. Drats. Stomps hooves. Has a hissy fit. I don’t wanna wait. I want it NOW.
So here we are – Post Office 2 and Me -0-. Monday comes around finally and mom just happens to get off early due to a meeting. She gets home just in time for the mailman thinking she will have my package. Guess what – no package. He knows nothing about it. This pig can only take so much my friends. I beg mommy – please go find my package. We all know it’s out there somewhere…. probably in package purgatory begging to come home to me. I can almost hear it now – “Find me Bacon”.
So mom/dad jump in the Jeep and go to our post office. All the way daddy is telling mommy that package is gone like the wind never to be seen again in these parts of the South. But mom, she has the patience of a saint. She goes into the post office and explains the dilemma. What do they say? “You are at the wrong post office. You have to go to this post office”. Which might I add is a bit further. When mom says the paper said this one. Are you ready for it….. the post person laughed and said, “Oh, those are old papers. We changed a while back.”
So mom goes out to the Jeep and hears daddy say it again, “Bye-Bye package”. Of course by this time mom is determined she will track my package down. She goes to the second post office and of course, they can’t find it either. What is this, the great treasure hunt of the south? She asks for a supervisor, explains the situation and do you know what they told mommy? When mommy told them about ringing the door bell and then promptly leaving, they said that the carrier will only wait a second or two. WTH? This almost made mom lose her mommy mind. That’s hardly enough time to get off of the sofa. Then the supervisor went on their great hunt and find mission. And guess what? They couldn’t find it either! Talk about your customer service and don’t get mom started on the attitude everyone was having with their attitudes like mom was just plain crazy.
Now mom is getting a little upset and puts on a thick southern charm. She asks to speak to the head person in charge. He comes to the desk and she explains the entire situation again of course this times she is keeping her calm but oozing her forceful southern stand. They then go on a hunt and find mission. And guess what? They come back with the package! It was on the supervisors desk of all places. OMP – happy dance – happy dance. Mom takes the package, squeals in the post office, says thank you and goes out to the Jeep… just waiting for dad’s response. He’s in shock.
They come home and give me the package! Now you are probably asking, “Bacon, who is the package from?!” I’m glad you asked my friends. It was from my brother Easy across the pond. What a brother and pal he is. He sent me this package for my birthday. And let me tell you something. Easy you are the best! We loved it! My mom/dad laughed so hard when they opened the package. We loved everything. Thanks brother!!
Look at these goodies – squeals with piggy delight. Now the pink pig is a bank. That way I can save some of my allowance for my future trips here/there in the world. I even let mommy put STAR (that’s his name) on the new book shelf in the living room. That way we can make sure he doesn’t wonder off and get hurt.
And then there is Pee and Pool. Oh.my.piggy.heavens. Can you belief that? I ❤ them! We have all laughed and laughed over them. Pee and Poo. You want to take a better look don’t you? Are they not the funniest duo you have seen in sometime? You just gotta love them. Heck mommy even picked them up and hugged them – now *that* was funny! Oh brother – thank you so very much for thinking of me. I love everything!! ❤ Bacon