Deliveries from the Red company.
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WHy. What the f
k convinces people to use this shower of ste to send parcels to me. They suck. I mean my house is clearly marked with it's number. As is next door. Yet I just saw the guy put a card for my delivery through next doors letter box. Before I could get out the house he was gone. I'll phone the office for this postal company I think.
OH MY fkING GOD. WHATS THIS st PHONE stTY st Sytem. I need to talk to a HUMAN. You know. Two legs, two arms a head.
You get someone after 20 mins of different menus and options. (If you stay on the line it simply hangs up...the fkers). Oh I see they put the card through your door. You just need to take that to the address shown. Well you fking dimwhitted bh when i said the card was in the wrong house what the fk am I supposed to do. Guess which depot to go to? fktard. Get the depot (local one this time...which is a surprise). SHould be there in a few hours.
Pop in a few hours later...nowhere to park...fking employees are sat in the parking bays having lunch in their cars throw the car on the pavement and go in. "No won't be here until about four". fking what. I paied to get that package before 13:00. You can't deliver it, I can't pick it up. How the fk they wipe their own asses I'll never know!
Basically the royals postal service is:Expensive, inefficient, incompetant and doesn't give a st. The sooner they are all gassed and replaced with something that works the better.
k convinces people to use this shower of ste to send parcels to me. They suck. I mean my house is clearly marked with it's number. As is next door. Yet I just saw the guy put a card for my delivery through next doors letter box. Before I could get out the house he was gone. I'll phone the office for this postal company I think.OH MY f
kING GOD. WHATS THIS st PHONE stTY st Sytem. I need to talk to a HUMAN. You know. Two legs, two arms a head.You get someone after 20 mins of different menus and options. (If you stay on the line it simply hangs up...the f
kers). Oh I see they put the card through your door. You just need to take that to the address shown. Well you fking dimwhitted bh when i said the card was in the wrong house what the fk am I supposed to do. Guess which depot to go to? fktard. Get the depot (local one this time...which is a surprise). SHould be there in a few hours.Pop in a few hours later...nowhere to park...f
king employees are sat in the parking bays having lunch in their cars throw the car on the pavement and go in. "No won't be here until about four". fking what. I paied to get that package before 13:00. You can't deliver it, I can't pick it up. How the fk they wipe their own asses I'll never know!Basically the royals postal service is:Expensive, inefficient, incompetant and doesn't give a s
t. The sooner they are all gassed and replaced with something that works the better.
I understand the sense of frustration when one's Fleshlight(TM) delivery is delayed. Personally, enraged, I ran the length of our street after the post van in my overly short, stained dressing gown which fell open at the 50 metre mark following a similar delivery glitch.
But in the interim -try a jam jar full of worms.
But in the interim -try a jam jar full of worms.
captainzep said:
I understand the sense of frustration when one's Fleshlight(TM) delivery is delayed. Personally, enraged, I ran the length of our street after the post van in my overly short, stained dressing gown which fell open at the 50 metre mark following a similar delivery glitch.
But in the interim -try a jam jar full of worms.
It's worse than that! Without this component my fleshlight will see no use due to the But in the interim -try a jam jar full of worms.
dibbers006 said:
My Post'person' knocked on the door and as I stood there in my pants through a sleepy haze he cheerfully handed over a medium sized brown box slash parcel.
As he did so he politely chuckled and said...
'What have you got, lead in there?!'
... with a cheeky wink and a smile, he was gone. Back whence he came into the Morning foggy gloom.
I for one felt the day had thus far been a joy due in part to the successful Delivery and to no small reason, the refreshing uplift of the Carrier.
Reply with "No; Uranium, which is actually denser than lead. If you feel a bit feverish later it's just some minor radiation poisoning. If your skin falls off pop down to A&E".As he did so he politely chuckled and said...
'What have you got, lead in there?!'
... with a cheeky wink and a smile, he was gone. Back whence he came into the Morning foggy gloom.
I for one felt the day had thus far been a joy due in part to the successful Delivery and to no small reason, the refreshing uplift of the Carrier.
BIANCO said:
I hate having things delivered its usually 50/50 if you actually get it delivered or you end up going getting yourself from the head office.
Last time I had something delivered from the said company they turned up at around 8:15 in the morning and by the time I got out of bed he had put the card through the door and was getting in his van. As he did he just looked at me as I waved at him, he just got in his van and drove off . Then ended up waiting haft a hour in a queue to get it.
A lot of the time they don't even attempt to deliver it, they'll simply put a card through the door asking you to come and collect it. They won't knock, in fact they won't even have the parcel.Last time I had something delivered from the said company they turned up at around 8:15 in the morning and by the time I got out of bed he had put the card through the door and was getting in his van. As he did he just looked at me as I waved at him, he just got in his van and drove off . Then ended up waiting haft a hour in a queue to get it.
Do yer
job, !littlegreenfairy said:
Yesterday the kind postalperson chucked the card saying I wasn't in on the pavement outside the apartment block.
Some nice person (who lives in the block) brought it up to me as he didn't want it getting lost.
Well I finally got hold of it. The thing behind the desk said "So why didn't he go to your house then". You know it could just be me. But if she's interested why didn't she ask HIM not ME!Some nice person (who lives in the block) brought it up to me as he didn't want it getting lost.
I guess if you pay gold plated peanuts you get constipated monkeys.
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