I go through this from time to time. Most of the time it’s more a feature than a bug, but every now and then I get bug bites on my ass.
I got a referral for a glaucoma specialist, but it’s not as though the “big” town fifty miles away could keep one employed full-time. He only pops into that branch once a month, I was told, and since I don’t know when that is or how fast his docket fills up, I needed to make an appointment quickly. So I called, and a nice lady was pleased to sign me up and all, but there’s this problem.
“Mailing address?” Well, I have a mail drop addy, but her computer form didn’t know what do to with “Care Of.”
“Well, what’s your street address? That’s all it really wants.” Yeah, you don’t understand.
Very nice lady, don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t trying to give me a hard time. In fact, at the point where she tried to apologize I told her it was I who owed her an apology: She didn’t call up and complicate my life.
We finally got it worked out. Next appointment: Jan 31. Here we go again.
Stuck on a remote fire road (not my fault, dammit) talking to AAA: “Um, I dunno the streets of the nearest intersection. Oh, a distance and direction will do? Cool, that I know. About 30 miles away in any direction except north where there aren’t any roads at all.” The nice lady seemed frustrated.
I used to get the same problem with zip/post coded in Ireland.
Ireland doesn’t have them, but is is surprising how many things on the net, won’t allow you to proceed without entering one.
I generally solved it with a string of zeroes, but once or twice fell foul of entering a different number of zeroes
Now I have a post code all to myself, in theory, if that code is the only thing on the envelope, it will find me, but the track to the cottage is so rough (and floods so deep when it rains heavily) that the postman refuses to deliver, and I’m too mean to put a box up at the roadside
Oh yeah, we get that one all the time. “What’s your street address?” Hah! WTF is a street? I have a PO box and the UPS guy knows to hang stuff on the gate by the cattleguard, assuming the road is OK for him to get that far. My other fav is “What’s you cell phone number?” Like I could get a signal around here, LOL!
I once lived at a place in Texas that had a numbered street. The ranch however did not have a number. I decided for paperwork purposes I was #2, as in second ranch on the left. First ranch on left was many miles away. The propane guy new where I lived and that was all that was important.
I hate giving my phone number on internet order forms because I just KNOW I’ll have more telemarketers soon afterwards. Never fails. And I HATE telemarketers – especially the recordings.
A few years ago I bought a pre-paid cell phone for a long trip, and I still have it, just have not activated it for a long time. So I got the bright idea of entering that number when the form will not allow me to proceed without it. So far, so good… and I’m down to about one telemarket call a week now. 🙂
I guess I’m a lucky one. We have a street address! It’s 4 miles from the house because the county won’t give you a “street” address in the National Forest on a forest service road. If you look up our street address on googlemaps, you end up 15 miles away in the next county over. But UPS, oxygen and propane guys all know where we are. Love rural life.