April 30, 2004
Parcel Farce redux
So, after all my recent fun with Parcel Force, they were going to keep my parcel on hold today (oh, well, yesterday now...) and not deliver it. Only somebody neglected to tell the drivers this, since around 8am I got a phonecall to tell me it was on a van. Gah! Anyway, after much panicked discussion, and persuading them to send their driver on a significant detour, they finally delivered the parcel safely into Nicky's hands, looking somewhat bashed and battered. But hey, at least it got there, and the books inside seemed to be OK.
What amused me, though, was the note written on the parcel by the driver who attempted to deliver it last Tuesday. You see, he apparently got as far as Pershore Road, and then completely failed to locate what I can only assume is a stealth hospital. For whatever reason, he has written on the parcel "What number? All residential??". I realise, of course, that courier firms can't recruit the best and brightest as their drivers, but I have to wonder how a man who can't spot this hospital from pretty much where that photo is taken (the accessible end of Pershore Road) wangled a job driving a honking great big van. His name's Ian, and he drives route 141, by the way, if Parcel Force happen to be reading...
Your regular scheduled programming now resumes.
Posted by James at 01:04
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