CALL OFF THE DOGS: COTMM FIPS-TIGATION UPDATE

Okay, everyone.  This shit is INSANE. 

I just ask a simple question (ie: Where the fuck is my mail?!), and I ended up igniting a firestorm of complaints about the mail service around these parts.  Stories of mailmen hanging out in building lobbies, weeks after weeks of no Netflix, homeless men finding mail in the recycling bin when fishing for empty cans and bottles—it's all super carayzee.

On one hand, it's nice to know you're not alone.  On the other, more pessimistic hand, it's kind of scary to know that this is a neighborhood-wide problem and not just an isolated incident.  So, we decided to mail a letter and test the whole thing out.

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An Open Letter To *Some* Park Slope Parents

I dug the recap that the City Room blog did summarizing some of the more "colorful" comments from the Letter to the Editor the other day about the babies in bars sitch in Park Slope. But thanks to the magic of google alerts, I came across this fine missive, An Open Letter To *Some* Park Slope Parents, from fellow BK blog Shouts from the Stoop.

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The Starbuck Stops Here: Since When Are Breeders Not Allowed In Starbucks??

I’m starting to develop a complex.
 
I get that you free and happy people don’t want me and my annoying kids in your bars. And I’m okay with that (although helicopter mom did have a point that we breeders need alcohol by 5:30 way worse than you ballers. And since we’re back home in our jammies by eight, clearing the way for you to move in from 8-2, its not such a big deal. Anyway...)
 
So yeah--I’m willing to give you the bars.
 
But Starbucks? I protest.

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[UPDATE] So, I Guess You Just Don't Get Your Mail Anymore If You Live In South Slope?

UPDATE: OK, So Amanda wanted to get back in on the "you've got mail...or not" sitch and she sent along the some detailed instructions on what to do if yo mail is getting jacked (we've included them at the end of the post).

Though I was certainly entertained by Amanda's post on how she hasn't been getting her mail for the past week, I was guessing she had a nosy neighbor, an annoying landlord who was throwing shit out, or maybe even a light week for bills.

I mean, over here in the N. Slope, I've been getting my mail fine every damn day.

But here's the thing: *lots* of you bitches have been leaving comments on that post and it sounds like NONE of your asses out there in the South Slope are getting your mail!? And that this wouldn't be the first time this has happened!

I mean WTF??

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BREAKING: Chip Shop Has No Fried Robicelli's Cupcakes [Or Maybe They Do...Who the Fuck Knows? Hint: not them]

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UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: Now, apparently this shit is on (according to @theessentialman). Whatevs, Chip Shop...I'm done with you.

UPDATE: Robicelli's tweeted me with the following update: "Called us last night and said they had a problem with the oil, so they had to cap the special to last night only. Boourns." I'm no fry daddy, but this makes no sense to me. Everything on the Chip Shop's menu is fried! So if they can't fry the cupcakes, I guess they can't fry anything else on the menu? Also what sort of "problems" could one even have with oil?? Chip Shop FAIL.

Ok, so after reading about, blogging about, and tweeting my fucking face off about the deep fried Robicelli cupcakes that were supposed to be at the Chip Shop this weekend, I was pretty bummed to walk my ass alllll the way over there in the freezing cold (forgot my gloves, went anyway), only to find that no one there had any fucking clue what I was talking about.

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