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Tori Rebel
Exactly, they don't need to see anything on the bill except that it's from a business entity (i.e. not a letter from a friend) and that your name and address are on it. They don't keep it or copy it or anything. They'll also take
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Exactly, they don't need to see anything on the bill except that it's from a business entity (i.e. not a letter from a friend) and that your name and address are on it. They don't keep it or copy it or anything. They'll also take your name and address on a drivers license.
"And if I make too much fuss, they'll decide I must be up to something and they'll open the box."
This also won't happen. Unless a package is detected harmful (yellow cake uranium, that kind of thing), they cannot and will not open your package. It would cost them their job and they know that. Not to mention, this is not the first time they've seen a package that's from a non-descript named company, most likely containing adult goods. It's a daily thing - my own post offices has several adult businesses with addresses through it, including my own PO box and things occasionally come to my 'business name'. One of the workers once asked if it was a business name, and quite maturely and out of genuine curiosity, asked the nature of the business. I told her I ran a fetish business (I didn't have to answer her, I chose to, I'm not shy ) and she didn't even blink. They see it every single day.
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Twice, when the contents of the box were completely harmless (and not even adult in nature), the post office has opened my packages, and my complaints were ignored. I'd share both stories, only I shared both stories under my real name in an online blog and don't wish to connect this screen name to that blog.
They can and will open any package if they have "reasonable suspicion" that the contents could be illegal. And they are the ones who define reasonable suspicion.
So between those experiences, and the stress of buying something of this nature, and my usually socially awkward inability to deal with people, I'm pretty worked up about what might happen when I go to retrieve this package.
I seem to have extraordinarily bad luck with mail order anyway -- when I ordered something from Babeland last year, FedEx lost the package. The first order I ever received from Eden arrived in a damaged box and caused grief (thank God it was the Tentacle and I could pass it off as a display piece), and a seller I tried on Amazon ripped me off and sent a cheap pocket rocket when I'd ordered something high end.
In summary, I'm done trying to order online. Losing money is bad enough, but I can't deal with getting sick from the stress of it. Every time the phone has rung in the last few hours I've jumped out of my skin. No more.