After waiting over a week to receive 4 bottles of a reagent at work (delivery usually takes 3 days, max) I called the supplier to find out when I could expect delivery. I gave the nice woman the company phone number and street address. The conversations, both with her and my coworkers, that ensued were disturbing and amusing:
Customer Service Lady: Oh, are you in Georgia.
Me: Ummm, no. Wisconsin.
CSL: Oh (very long pause) let's see here. Can you give me your address again.
I told her again.
CSL: It looks like the distributor may have sent it to the wrong address. We'll send out a replacement order right away.
Me: Thank you very much.
At this point I hang up and tell Tim and Luke (my coworkers) about what happened.
Tim: They sent it to GEORGIA?!
Me: Sure did (laughing)
Luke: Perc in GAA - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perchloric_acid - , that's great. I hope some redneck gets a surprise delivery.
Tim: (in a Southern drawl) Hey maw, lookee here what da dee-livery truck just droppeded off.
Me: You know those idiots are going to think it's moonshine or something.
Luke: Oh, it even comes in a brown jug. They are going to think the scull and crossbones means it must be the good shit.
Me: (still laughing) Man, you know if there's a news report about a community in Georgia being in a cult and killing themselves by drinking acid, I might have to feel a little bad about this conversation.
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