Grrrrrrrrr ........ sigh ........ giggle ...........
On September 17th I ordered a book online from a reputable bookseller. On September 18th I got an e-mail acknowledging my order.
Then ... silence.
On September 25th I e-mailed the bookseller asking when they thought the book would be shipped.
I got a reply e-mail saying the book had been accepted by the post office.
Oh, great, I thought. Not. Most unreliable, least informative shipper IME. But has Media Post, and I can't complain about a bookseller using the lowest-cost shipping method especially since they weren't charging me the shipping fees.
So now, armed with a tracking number, I go to the post office website to track the order. As usual, no information. No updates. So I register for Informed Delivery.
Yay! Suddenly updates start binging on my phone! Yay!
Grrrr.
The book was shipped out of New Jersey on the 18th.
7 days later it arrived in Pennsylvania, 150 miles down the road. Great. Heading in the right direction!
Apparently on foot.
24 hours after, it arrived in Illinois. 600 miles to the west.
WHAT???!!!???
Sigh.
It is obviously wandering in the wilderness.
Gotta giggle.
And trust it will not take it 40 years to get to me. I've already waited nearly 60 for this edition of this book.
Oh dear
I have a similar story, but the U.K. is not as big as your country, by a long chalk.
I was following the tracking. At about 5 am my parcel was at a depot no more than 8 miles away from me.
Great I thought, I will get it this morning. This was some months ago at the beginning of this year. And all this was on the same day.
By 10 am, no parcel, so checked the tracking. My parcel was now 171 miles North of me in Whitehaven in the Lake District.
I don’t believe this. It had only been 8 miles away from me at 5 am.
So I checked awhile later, and my parcel is even further away from me. About 250 miles away in the middle of Scotland. I think it was Stirling.
I didn’t look again at the tracking in case my parcel had ended up in the Shetland Isles.
But I still had this strangest feeling my parcel was still going to arrive this day by 9 pm as promised.
By this time night has fallen, and there were wild lashing storms. The wind rain was beating against my windows.
9 pm arrived, and I thought I will look outside in case I missed the person ringing the bell and they left the parcel outside. I was ready for bed.
I got the shock of my life. I opened the door to the most huge tallest blackest black man I had ever seen. He was drowned. His face looked black as thunder. He looked fed up and angry, almost as though he had been on a wild goose chase all day.
Actually I frightened him by answering the doorbell before he had even managed to ring it. He was startled and nearly fell backwards. The rain was pouring off his hat and down his face and down his hi-vis yellow jacket in rivers.
He thrust the parcel in my hands and then disappeared into the dark and stormy night.
I had been suppressing a giggle at me startling him...now I could burst out laughing once he was out of sight.
I had this weird thought though, that someone had been taking the mickey out of him by giving him that ridiculous long distance route. Because it didn’t make sense.
So your story
@SaskiaKC made me laugh (sorry) and remember this.
I hope you get your parcel soon. It will be a very well travelled experienced book by the time it arrives to you.....