Yay! My potatoes are scheduled to arrive today!!!!
Just got the UPS tracking link. Apparently they left the potato farm about 2-3 hours to my north yesterday. From there they headed to Chelmsford, Mass, about 5-6 hours to my southwest. Today they will head northeast 5-6 hours to me. 
I bought local to support my local growers and to save the planet from excess shipping pollution. At least I tried to. 
I hope the 14 or so hours of travel to move 2 hours south doesn't wear them out.
I got 2 varieties of seed potatoes: carola, which are incredibly delicious, creamy and buttery tasting even *before* you add the butter, after which they are unbelievably creamy and buttery and delicious. And Incan purple, which I've never had before, but are a wilder, "gamier" potato grown by, yes, the original Incans who grew thousands of varieties of potatoes at all different altitudes in the mountains. They really are purple, although I think they fry to a bronze color. And they are loaded with cyanawhachacallits (the very healthy color nutrients found in berries and what not).
Anyway, the moral of this story is not that UPS are idiots for shipping my potatoes all over hell, but the USPS are idiots for returning my replacement credit card because it was "improperly addressed" just because they included the street address below the PO Box. I cannot help that credit unions are required to collect both addresses from me per the Patriot's Act, nor can I help that their various subcontractors don't understand the different between a mailing address and a residential address. But Lance at the Post Office doesn't understand that I can't control all the people that touch my life, and yelling abuse and threats at me every time some vendor or other replaces the mailing address with the shipping address doesn't give me control over them, their business, training or hiring practices. This is a tiny village, they know who I am and where I live. If they can deliver the visa bills, they can deliver the visa card.
So anyway by the time the potato people tried to process my order several weeks later than anticipated, my credit card had expired literally the day before. So I had to have my replacement card fedexed to me, thanks to Lance. And my potato shipment was delayed due to the potato people being unable to process my order until they had the new credit card.
But despite Lance's attempt to punish me for daring to yell back at him last year after years of his yelling abuse at me, it worked out for the best because I have today and tomorrow off from work to receive and plant my potatoes. Even better, while I was getting my replacement credit card fedexed, I asked if I could also order my new checks. Which it turned out I not only could order but I learned I now qualify again for free checks, which I might not have found out otherwise.
So Lance's attempt at revenge failed. Instead of ruining my potatoes and costing me $15.00 in an unnecessary fedex charge, my potatoes will arrive a day later than they otherwise would have, and on my day off so I'll be here to care for them. Plus I saved $11 by not having to purchase $26 checks.
So nyah!nyah!nyah! Lance. In case you're wondering why I don't complain about Lance's abuse, it's because he is truly a head case and he knows where I live. I learned yesterday from a co-worker that also works part time for the post office that there have been many, many complaints about Lance and one postal worker retired early just to escape him. Apparently Lance's bosses don't do anything about Lance because he knows where they live too. He is that crazy and that scary.
I also learned from my co-worker that I can get a post office box in another village, which I'm going to do so that I can avoid Lance forever.