Look I’ve been TRYING to do a play on the ‘a tale of two cities’ with the headline of this blog since the year of our lord 1935. No clue why I picked 1935 but’ A tale of two cities’ is an awesome book and I’ve always wanted to play on that title.
Screw you start your own blog and make up your own headlines!
See it’s not so easy it is stupid face?
I’m sorry I got so gruff there and I’m sorry we fought. Let’s move on past this dark chapter in ‘Had a few beers’, forgive me.
I became aware of the need to send a notarized document the wife and I had to send back to the U.S. sometime in June. It was an email that said, boiled down, sometime during this process we’re going to have to, no shit, don’t delay, post haste, quickly now, send back a document that was notarized.
This image is here cause I felt like I needed three images for this update, no other reason. Well one other reason, it has a cute cat.
Also a hardy ‘screw you legal system!’, it’s not 1786 and no one is wearing corsets anymore in case you haven’t noticed. I can send the gigabytes of data across the world with a click of a button but your retarded raised seal somehow is too important for all that. My wife demanded during this process, which I’ll get back to in a moment, that we make ‘copies’ of the documents the notary had ‘notered’ (which isn’t a word according to … well MS word, I should said the notarized documents but this update is also complicated, SCREW YOU START YOUR OWN DAMNED BLOG STUPID FACE, sorry, sorry I’m calm again) but I fully realize that copies of notarized documents were as valuable as photos of copied coins, yeah sure it’s proof I copied coins but the coin is the point.
So my I hate the legal system rant aside and getting BACK to the fucking story at hand — I knew in mid, maybe late June that a requirement to send back quickly a notarized piece of paper was on the horizon.
And I prepared. I knew where the legal office was, I even found out which floor held the notary. This would be easy, this would be simple. It would be with done with militaristic efficiency because as any pro knows amateurs study the tactics and pros study the logistics.
Okay I studied it through the bottom of a beer glass but I knew I could have this thing done and sent back pretty damned fast. It wouldn’t be a challenge at all! It was going to be easy.
One potential hiccup, if it came when we were planning to visit Italy, over the 4th of July weekend (subject of this update), it would add, ‘difficulty.’
If you’re a military scholar you are laughing.
Stop laughing I hate you.
I’m sorry I don’t hate you at all, why do we fight like this?
Okay back to the story, we were leaving for Italy on the 4th of July and of course the request, because of the time difference, came while we were sleeping on the night/morning before we left.
Still ha, I got you cold weird coincidence, in your face fates! I had the document already printed out. I’d talked to my friend Alex in Italy already about how I would execute the plan if needed and felt we had this shit down. And we DID have a solid plan but it never included my epic hangover, Dagmar’s desire to spend 3.2 hours getting ready and the legal office breaking for lunch (stupid legal office).
Still though we got it done, we’re troopers. Maggie drove us around, we got the document notarized, we made a pointless copy of the notarized document at my wife’s insistence and we went to (via mailboxes ect) the UPS office.
Me: Ma’am I need this mailed out with all haste, I need it in America as soon as is possible, spare no expense, whip the pilots if you must, these documents must arrive at the soonest opportunity.
Her: we offer express service sir.
Had this been a pre-flight year, maybe like the year 1900, I would have charted a ship for the express purpose of delivering these documents.
Don’t believe me? Read on.
I like how first it’s missing then it’s just fucking destroyed. When I called the WTF help line they were like, Oh it was in THE you’re fucked trucked, lemme connect you.
This was the 5th of July. In my head I did the math, of course the documents would leave Italy that night, putting them at whatever hub they use in Europe that very night then off to the U.S. for an overnight flight and they would land on the 6th, a Friday. Then with a bit of luck, considering the weekend they would burn up in a fire-filled crash of epic fail.
Yeah somewhere around Philly they were involved in a traffic accident that either partially or totally destroyed (yeah, yeah totally destroyed, suck-it English majors) the shipment. UPS was kind enough to inform me that they lost the document and then further explained that , “oh shit it was totally burned up dude and we had to mercy destroy it.”
I got this notification on the 11th of July.
Big, deep breaths, the date the ‘powers that be’ needed the documents had been moved back. They now needed them by the 25, which is still, as I write this in the future. By then we’ll have teleporters and I’ll be masturbating like a monkey in a zoo cause the virtual reality will be so good by then that you can basically tell the holodeck, “I want a scene with five Blonde midget chicks, three normal sized brunettes and a blender …”
Okay that got a bit out of hand, sorry.
Anyway the 25th is still like a few days away.
Aware of the importance of the documents, in awe of the fucking weirdness of “your valuable (to you) parcel was burned to shit message” I executed plan b, which consisted of me asking my wife for advice.
Me: What the fuck, what the fucking fuck?
Her: Calm down. Let’s just do it again.
Me: The fuck?
I just, I’m sorry I’m crying here, just need this to get to America. WHY IS THAT SO HARD?!?!?!?!?!
Her: We are going to send it again via the U.S. post office, priority mail. And stop saying fuck.
Me: great fuc …okay.
And off we went to the Notary for part two. Interstate road fire be damned, FUC … I mean to hell with you UPS, we’re retired SOLDIERS, we’ll use the trust worthy and time tested United States Postal Service ‘thank you very much’. They rode horses across AMERICA to deliver mail, they rock and you don’t and I was a fool to ever trust your fire-ridden trucks to start with.
Her: look just send it espress mail, It’ll be there in like a 4 days tops. We can also track it, this is easy.
Me: I’m off to be your hero and mail this IMPORTANT DOCUMENT vial the U.S. Postal service, long may they live, do you think they’ll use an actual horse to deliver it like the pony express did?
Her: Express mail, Todd. Do I need to do this?
Thus I was off, the first plan had met with a failure that burned but this plan was fool fire-proof.
I marched smartly into the post office and quickly noticed, or was noticed by, one of my wife’s fellow co-workers, she summoned me into her line.
How can I help you she asked, I need this to get back to the U.S. as soon as possible, it’s really important, I replied.
What is it she asked?
A power of attorney, I told her.
HOLY SHIT, she said, this has to go first class and for the love of god we need to add a return receipt.
I agreed, because what the fuck do I know about mail and yes, first class sounds important. If you fly first class that’s good, if you stay somewhere and are ‘first class’ it’s great.
This first class sounds better than even espress … my wife’s such a cheapskate, damn her.
Me: Yes, yes, (orgasm voice) yes! Put me on this first class thing, where the hell have you been all my life? Return receipt, can I have two? Insurance, hell the first one burned up, 1 million dollars please. Track it while its standing still ma’am I care not! Add them all please, damn the price, levy the fines. Whip the men that are charged with moving, we don’t have a whipping fee? What is wrong with American these days?
Her: So that’s like ($20 bucks) and its ‘first-class, return receipt’.
Me: I have done my family a fine service, honor has been done this day and the gods have …
Her: Here’s your receipt dude is there anything else?
Me: Well I had more to say about the honor thing …
Her: I need to help the next customer.
Me: but honor demands I …
Which led to me proudly explaining to my wife how I had sent the document extra insured, if I die honey you get like a billion bucks and it’s first fucking class love, how cool is that?
“I told you EXPRESS mail,” she said
“But your friend said first class, what the fuck am I a postal expert now?” I replied.
“No but I am, you idiot.”
Had I a dunce hat, I would have worn it.
Adding insult to injury I sent a bottle of wine Italian oil to a friend in Chicago two days earlier and it got there first, it got there in like three days and I sent it “I don’t care when it arrives” mail . I guess I just gave up the ending. Yeah the super important document got there. But not before I considered, honestly priced in fact, flying my wife back to the states on a 2-day see our daughter but mainly deliver the goddamn document (notarized for the 3rd time mind you) to the powers that be.