Sounds like a cluster fuck to me.
Kind of similar to UPS sending a post card saying they couldn’t find my Address… not to matter that i live within a block or so of their depot here, but they also had a phone number.. apparently they didnt think umm geez we could have a wrong address(They didn’t) by the time the postcard got here the next day i had checked the tracking and dropped by the depot and picked the package up.. the Bad thing is it’s happened more then once.. I think a driver just got lazy..
This is silly, and only by association did I think about how times have changed. When I was about fourteen, my gang of girlfriends and I used to do phone games. This was back in the day when people didn’t hang up on you the second they didn’t recognize the voice - back when people were polite. We’d call a random number and sweetly declare: “Hi, this is the phone company, and we have a question. Do you have a minute to answer?” Of course, our sweet, young voices always evoked a positive response. Then we’d say: “We’re doing a survey on fruit. Do you like fruit?” Invariably, they’d say yes. We’d all cover our mouths to stifle our guffaws at what was coming as the chosen ‘phone person’ said: “Well, kiss my ass. It’s a real peach.”
Phoenix, you are a peach.
it sounds odd, but i used to work for a hosting company and that is what we did. of course we also put a message on our home page and on our phone system.
shasta