I got mine in the mail today. Some were first class, some media mail, so I dunno what the arrival time difference will be. I also received Devil in the White City and Lost in the Forest.
Ok, my rant of the day. My debit card doesn't have my full name on it. My last name is even longer than my first name. So, my card reads Stephan **********. My name is just too long to fit on the card. Well the
nice little PO lady takes my card and asks for my ID. Apparently I'm not allowed to use the scanner placed on my side of the counter, although it appears functional. No biggie, it happens. I dig my ID and hand it over with a smile. A SMILE. At 9AM. Which is unheard of for me. Then she proceeds to study my ID and my card. And yells, "Who's Stephen? You're not Stephen. Is he your husband?" I explain name too long yada yada yada. More scrutiny of both cards on her part, and I remind her that I signed the back of the debit card, so she can compare signatures if she likes. She flips it over and back at the speed of light and says "Well, I can tell
someone signed it. I guess I'll take it this time." Which was a good thing, because since the invention of this wonderous little plastic card that is connected to my checking account, I never have cash nor a checkbook with me.
DH's suggestion for the next time this happens is to tell them that I just haven't gotten it changed since I had my operation. I am soooooo using that.
