So, overhearing your dad talking to his crypto (ugh!) advisor and a few minutes later have his iPad in the kitchen go off with messages/notifications on loan applications/confirmations is just a total coincidence, right?
Really enjoy having to spend time the last few days helping my incompetent dad set up an account so he can mess around with that crypto currency bullshit. By "enjoy" i mean hate and by "helping" i mean learn and do everything because he doesn't want to.
I've always considered our postal service/customs to be shitty but not "trying to make me pay for an item that's A: not in the package, because it was shipped separately and B: been in my possession for almost 6 weeks" shitty