This is the SECOND FUCKING TIME that a used copy of Past Master has been “delivered” to an incorrect address. First they delivered one to Washington, now to fucking Georgia.
Two different copies, two different online stores, two incorrect deliveries. Am I supposed to believe that two different people accidentally put the wrong shipping label on two different packages back to back? No.
It’s USPS. For some reason, they don’t want me to read Past Master.
That was the last reasonably priced copy on Amazon. The next one is fucking $40. Then when the USPS fucks me out of that one, the next one is $100, then $250.
I FUCKING HATE THE WAY IT SAYS “DELIVERED” AND THEN LISTS A FUCKING ADDRESS THAT IS WILDLY FUCKING DIFFERENT THAN MY OWN. IT’S SO FUCKING PROUD AND SMUG AND I CAN’T FUCKING STAND IT.
What are they doing? Why are they doing it? What the fuck kind of joke is this? I don’t know why they’re doing this to me, but they won’t fucking get away with it. I’M READING THAT BOOK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, I DON’T CARE. I AM NOT GOING TO LET SOME FUCKING NEWMAN STOP ME FROM READING THAT BOOK.