Only the current times can excuse this.
This year (even prior to the world shutting down) has been kinda rough when it comes to me actually getting packages.
For example:
Back in early March, I came across an ebay seller who was claiming that he had an 1883 Waltham silver pocket-watch that was owned by Joe Hooker. He didn't have a certificate of authenticity for the watch's ownership, but he did have a piece of paper from an antique dealer that he had taken it to that stated that it was indeed an 1883 Waltham.
I would have passed up the pocket-watch but what made me decide to get it was, the seller had an actual pocketwatch owned by Ben Butler, with the documentation to prove it really was owned by him and the price matched ($10,000 for that watch). Whether either actually were owned by these men, obviously I could never be 100% certain. But at the very least they'd be the same model and I could use it as an example of what Hooker had actually owned.
So, I bought the pocket-watch after outbidding everyone for $180 (the watch had some damage to it). I watched the progress of the watch and it arrived a week later at the post office. I showed up later that night to collect it, only to find no parcel box key or package pick-up slip. Maybe they had not yet organized the package so I went back the next day. Nothing. After the weekend (four days later) I went to talk to the front desk lady.
"We don't get packages addressed to here," was how she first opened up our conversation.
"Ummmm......you guys
do get packages sent here, that's the whole point of a post office," was my response.
Thus began one of the weirdest arguments I've ever had.
During the argument, several times she up and walked away, only to come back after leaving me hanging for a few minutes.
She got into an argument with me that it couldn't possibly have shown up, otherwise it would be in my box ready to pickup and it must not have been delivered. I told her, "The UPS website says specifically that a man named Drake signed for it on your reception dock. And you can't tell me Drake doesn't work here because he has signed for nine of my packages that have been sent here over the past year." She complained about how I couldn't know that as I didn't have a tracking code. Which I promptly showed her on my phone.
So she leaves to talk to the mail organizers and come back and says, "Well, clearly no one remembers getting your package."
"I'm sure they don't, they get tons of mail here. However, you have all my information and it says it was delivered. Is it possibly you guys put it in the wrong box?"
She got extremely angry I would dare throw aspersions on the work ethic of them there. Which I wasn't I knew these things happen from time to time. I never did get the pocketwatch, but it wasn't that big of a monetary loss and I hope that the person who got it is enjoying it and has become a Civil War buff.