OK, I live pretty fucking close to Amazon. I could drive up to their fucking headquarters and pick up a book if that were possible. So I thought that ordering would be somewhat fast, after all, Powells, which is in Portland, is so fast that it's often here virtually overnight.
I don't usually order from Amazon, unless it's late and I'm tired and just want to get my hands on the book. This happened recently with a book on gay liberation, namely the collected writings of Harry Hay, which I believe I mentioned in the post about the Stranger's gay issue earlier this week. So I ordered. Nothing. Waited. Nothing.
Now, I just went to the Amazon.com site and tracked my order.
Turns out that, no, they didn't send it from Seattle but instead they sent it from a facillity in Nashville, Tennessee.
That's right. Not from Seattle, where it would be here in a day, but all the fucking way out in Tennessee.
And by UPS, no less.
It could get here in a day via Media Mail.
Fuck Amazon to hell. I'm exclusively Powells here from now on.