A courier tried to make a delivery to my house yesterday. Apparently it was from the nice computer repair people. Shame they still couldn't get the delivery address right. Head, meet wall.
So I guess I'm driving across town in peak hour traffic to pick it up from the freight depot.
Oh shit, it's a train
I've just got off the phone from the courier company. They can't find the laptop - it isn't lost, they just don't know where it is. Everyone else's head, meet wall. On the plus side, I don't need to fight traffic, driving into the sun glare to try and get the laptop. Apparently I would have needed to drive further than they originally said. Yippee.
Best bit, they were quite happy to leave the laptop on my front porch without a signature. Not very valuable apparently.
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Ooh, so close you can almost taste it, I'll bet! I can't believe that they would leave it on the porch. Then again, not their valuables, eh? Why on earth should they care? Unreal.
-velvet
This tale of interminable debacles has me riveted (sorry, I do realise it's actually your LIFE and everything!).
I'll be back tomorrow for the next installment.
PS don't bang your head - just take your shoes off, put on some music, and have a nice glass of red!
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