Having the option to shop from the comfort of your home and have your parcels delivered to your door is a modern convenience many of us take for granted. However, if your local courier company repeatedly deliver your parcels to the wrong address, it can be a source of great annoyance – particularly if your neighbour is less than honest and pretends that they have not received them!
One Redditor shared their annoyance with a neighbour who repeatedly took delivery of their collectible and sometimes expensive purchases and bare faced lied about it. However, the entitled neighbour finally got her comeuppance when she decided to open another stolen package that wasn’t addressed to her.
I (30F) am a hobbyist, as such I order additions to my collection that are delivered via post or courier.
Now my entitled neighbour (28F) moved into her house roughly 3 months ago with her 9yr old son. I was close friends with the people who lived there previously, and I had them listed as trusted neighbour to deliver packages to if I’m not home. Since she moved in I have changed that with the post services but unfortunately there are few of the delivery people who have not had the information.
Sadly I have had a few parcels delivered to the entitled neighbour and when I have gone to collect my parcels she has denied knowledge or has given me an already opening package and used the excuse that her son accidentally opened it.
So last week I had a delivery coming with several special (and expensive) additions to add to my collection and decided to work from home to make sure I received my package. I started work at my usual time of 9am, having double checked that my door bell was set to its loudest setting and got on with my work. I have a tendency to get absorbed into my work so by the time I realise that it was 12.30pm and my package was supposed to have been delivered before then, I started to worry.
The first thing I did was check my emails to see if I’d been notified of a delay. My heart sank when I saw the message saying my package had been delivered to my selected neighbour. I left my house and went straight to my neighbours house to knock on her door.
When she opened the door she gave me a look that said she was definitely not happy to see me.
Me – Hi EN I just had a notification that my package has been delivered here please may I have it?
EN – There’s nothing here!
Me – I was emailed by the courier service that they delivered to your address.
EN was obviously getting angry. – I just fucking told you there is nothing here for you!
Me – Please can you…
Before I could finish she slammed the door in my face. I was obviously annoyed and knocked on her door again and waited but she completely ignored me for at least 10 minutes.
Feeling frustrated I went back home and called the courier service, wanting the delivery person to come back and make sure I got my package back. I was on hold for quite a while before I finally got through to someone.
Just as I was telling the service operator what was happening, my door bell rang several times then there was repeatedly loud banging coming from my front door followed by the bell again.
I asked the operator to hold on for a moment while I checked who was at my door. I opened the door and there was EN red faced and with her son who was crying.
EN – THERE’S A FUCKING HUGE SPIDER LOOSE IN MY HOUSE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!
Yes I collect tarantulas, true spiders and lots of other inverts.
At first I was scared that EN had harmed one of my new tarantulas, but I couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
Me – oh so you did get my package after all.
EN- YES! AND NOW THERES A HUGE FUCKING SPIDER IN MY LIVING ROOM. YOU NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!!
Me- one moment
I closed my door and talked to the operator who had heard everything, since I had already told them what was in the package, they were laughing down the phone. I told them I’d have to go rescue my spider from the crazy Karen.
I grabbed a catch cup and paint brush from my spider room and opened my front door again. EN was still stood there looking furious and her son was now completely sobbing.
Me- ok show me where it was.
EN- I fucking hate you!
I couldn’t help but smile as EN took me into her house and showed me to her living room where my package was on her floor next to a knife that had obviously been used to open it and the container that the tarantula had been shipped in.
Thankfully the tarantula was simply hiding under her sofa and I was able to get it to come out with my handy paint brush and caught it in the catch cup. I put it back into its shipping container then picked up my package.
Me – Got her!
EN – FINALLY!! Now get that thing out of my house. It terrified my son and I’m arachnophobic! Don’t you fucking dare get anymore of those things!
Me – Excuse me! You’re the one that opened a package that was mine even after I came to collect it!
EN looked shocked – Yes well my son likes to open packages and I thought it was another one of those gadgets you get. He loves to play with them.
I laughed as she obviously hadn’t realised that she had just admitted to stealing my previous packages. (FYI I work for a company that sends me product prototypes).
Me – So you have been stealing from me! I swear if you ever open one of my packages again I’m getting the police involved and having you charged with theft!
Before she could say anything else I pushed past her and went back home.
Thankfully the tarantula was unharmed and has happily settled into her new enclosure.
Since then I’ve contacted every courier service in my area and demanded that they never leave anything at her address again. There has been one incident where a package from work was delivered to her but as soon as I knocked on her door she just handed me the unopened box and closed the door in my face, much to her son’s disappointment if his yelling was anything to go by.
Moral of the story is don’t open someone else’s package, it might just contain giant spiders!
Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ll be trying not to remember this story when I’m opening my gifts on Christmas morning!