Yesterday, I found a note from UPS on the gate of the apartment complex where I am right now, saying that Mr. Brown Socks attempted to deliver my Busse knife, but couldn't get past the gate, because he couldn't find the listing for me, so that I could buzz open the gate.
Well, DUH! That's because I don't live behind any gate. The front door is right out front, perfectly visible from the street, next to the gate. So I left a large note for him (same spot where he left the note for me), telling him that the front door is not behind this gate, and giving him very precise directions how to find my front door. Then I also called UPS to tell them to inform the driver of the same.
Today I heard the low rumbling of the UPS truck pulling away after a second failed attempt to unnecessarily get past the gate to try to deliver the package where I told him I don't live. So I ran after him. I was quite visible in his side view mirror--I could see him looking at me--as he drove obliviously down the street, while I ran behind his truck, waving my arms, yelling for him to stop. I chased him down to his next stop, about 1/2 mile away. The whole time that he drove along, he nonchalantly watched me in his mirror.
Anyway, I chased him down and got my knife.
Well, DUH! That's because I don't live behind any gate. The front door is right out front, perfectly visible from the street, next to the gate. So I left a large note for him (same spot where he left the note for me), telling him that the front door is not behind this gate, and giving him very precise directions how to find my front door. Then I also called UPS to tell them to inform the driver of the same.
Today I heard the low rumbling of the UPS truck pulling away after a second failed attempt to unnecessarily get past the gate to try to deliver the package where I told him I don't live. So I ran after him. I was quite visible in his side view mirror--I could see him looking at me--as he drove obliviously down the street, while I ran behind his truck, waving my arms, yelling for him to stop. I chased him down to his next stop, about 1/2 mile away. The whole time that he drove along, he nonchalantly watched me in his mirror.

Anyway, I chased him down and got my knife.