Today is one of those days when I would like to sell it all and move into a condo and be a Walmart greeter.
Try not to rant much but as this is hunting adjacent- Rejoined RMEF after a few year hiatus, was supposed to get a 'gift' for doing it, a nice Outdoor Edge knife worth $50, well it almost arrived via USPS today Got me an empty box with a cool logo.
My Daughter having to travel for work I just hate it! If she were ugly I wouldn't worry as much. LA now Denver. Now I'll have a pit in my stomache the next few weeks.
Clearly, not the first time for whoever did that. They know what is in those boxes. Might want to check the local Facebook marketplace and see if anyone seems to be selling a lot of those knives.
I'm friends with a Postal OIG agent so I hear a lot of stories. Postal employees are some of the most corrupt POS you could ever imagine.
TBF, it looks to me like the Box just got squashed and when it did the corner popped open like that. If I was going to steal what was inside of it I just would have opened it normally, not smash the box open. ... but I'm sure somebody found the knife on the floor or in the back of the vehicle and didn't think twice about slipping it in their pocket.
My replacement chainsaw arrived yesterday I opened the box to inspect and assemble this morning. The damn saw should either be pink or camo, what a joke it is a damn girl's saw. I know I should not expect much out of a saw that has a sprocket clutch rather than a driver but why bother putting even a single dog on the thing when it looks like it is made out of sheet metal. You can not remove the spark arrestor, might as well put a governor on the damn thing. There is one bar nut and it is not even a bar nut, there are two lugs the bar sits on, the one bar nut hold a cover on that is about it. I have not started it, there is no compression release so I am sure it will run like a constipated little twat. This saw is an insult to 20" chainsaws that run at 13500
Can send a man to the moon but can’t get filling to go the ends of pop tarts. Who wants the dry ends?