Three weeks ago I sent my grad school packet (an express mail
envelope containing 30 pages of manuscript and 30 pages of critical
writing) to my advisor, who lives in Brooklyn. No biggie... it just
contained my ACADEMIC LIFEBLOOD that I paid $18 to have delivered to
her the next day.
Well... the next day, I get this cryptic phone message from some dude
at the Brooklyn post office... apparently I checked the box for
waiver of signature but didn't sign the form, so he needed to confirm
that no signature was required.
So.... I called the number that he left on my voice mail...
presumably this phone number was, if not the actual Brooklyn post
office (a government agency's branch office), then the cell phone of
the carrier (an agent of the government agency's branch).
The phone message I got was:
"You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who
the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well, I'm the
only one here."
BEEEEEEP!
No "Hello, this is Lou the Postman" or "You have reached 618-267-
8812. Please leave a message." Just that somewhat disturbing byte
from TAXI DRIVER.
Anyway, I left a message... it must have been the guy's cell phone,
because I got a message later that day that he delivered the package,
so (like a Danielle Steele novel) It All Came Together In The End.
Still... I would have appreciated some ID confirmation.
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