The first package from Dead Foot Arms, shipped 20 days ago, has finally resurfaced. It arrived in Detroit May 9th, and Pontiac May 24th. Why did it take 15 days to go 30 miles? Heck if I know! A chicken can cross the road at 9 MPH, but my mail was only going 2 MPH. House Cats, Kangaroos, Grizzly bears, Wart hogs, and White-tailed deer can all run 30 MPH, but one little package takes over 2 weeks to cover that distance. 30 miles down, and 40 miles to go. Another 27 days to get here, maybe? Yesterday it was in transit to the next facility and arriving late. No, duh!
The replacement package Dead Foot Arms sent May 16th after that one was lost, is still lost. On May 19th, it left Chicago, then it was in transit to the next facility. It arrived in Detroit, arrived in Detroit again 28 minutes later, left Detroit 20 minutes after that, and arrived in Detroit again 18 minutes after that. It had a busy day, but keeps circling Detroit like the black hole in space I always knew it was. Six days later, on Sunday, it was "in transit to the next facility" and arriving late.