My 360! It’s back in Tex-ass now, after floating around the Midwest for the better part of three weeks. Apparently they fixed it, shipped it here, tried to deliver it (I wasn’t there to pick it up – E3), tried again, couldn’t find the address, sat on it for a week, and sent it back to Texas. Only then did someone try to contact me, a nice lady from Microsoft, explaining the sad story.
It’s puzzling, how one guy could find my place, but not the other. I mean, it’s not like I live in the middle of a suburban maze, or in the ghetto of Lawrence’s east side. Making sure that three times is a charm, the M$ lady checked and double-checked my address.
I would’ve pursued my console more actively, if it weren’t finals time last week. Honestly, the last thing I needed then was my 360 back, much less dealing with UPS. But, it’s on the way, and I intend to have Black unwrapped and waiting for it.
In the game, motherfuckers.
