Think, Bitches, THINK!

so, i have been waiting for a package from UPS all morning. i went out to do laundry, and the truck was out front, so i waited inside. waited. waited. then i went outside again CHOMPING AT THE BIT to do laundry, and see the truck about 1/2 block away. i find the driver and ask if he has a package for 555 president street. he asks my name. then i say, apt. number. he shows me the package and says "yeah, i didn't know what this was, so i couldn't deliver it". i just looked at him and said "so you what would have happened to this package had i not tracked you down?" it would have gone back to the center with a MORE INFO request.

this is how the address was written out on the package:

TO: A9

Jessica van Campen

555 President Street

Brooklyn

are you fucking kidding me? perhaps he recognized A9 as his IQ score. i can see where that could get confusing.