Well, this morning I ran into the lady who runs the mail supply place and inquired about the order to make sure that when it gets here to call us right away so we could pick it up.
The response I got was "Oh, Was that YOUR cheese?" "It came in last week and it smelled bad so the ferry captain refused the shipment and it got thrown away" Ummnn, did you even bother to pick up the freakin' phone to call us and let us know?
Now I can just imagine $700 dollars worth of the finest European cheese rotting now in a G.D. garbage dumpster in St. Maarten. Do I have to do everything myself to get anything done with ANY level of accuracy?
And for that matter, It's SUPPOSED to "stink" you bunch of Ding-a-Lings....
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Uh, about the cheeeses----------I just KNEW you were going to say------ "That's was a joke, haha", at the end.
What does the ferry person do with smelly people aboard, throw them over???
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