Having purchased his boy's toys (passim) the next challenge was getting them delivered. His flat is in a rather busy coomerical district and parking large wagons anywhere near it is a challenge and so he told them to send a small van.
We do not feel we necessarily need to paint the picture but for those of you who are a little slow on the first day the delivery was due a large lorry turned up, the driver decided he could not park and off he went promising it would be redelivered on a small van two days later first thing in the morning.
Our subject can be extraordinarily naive but on this occasion showed unusual suspicion and later that day rang the delivery company to check. Surprise surprise it had been booked in for another day entirely. After a complete strop it was re-arranged back to be a small van, first thing 2 days later.
Cometh the day cometh the hour not cometh the van. At 1000 he rang to enquire where his first thing delivery was. His ire at being informed he was in fact an afternoon delivery was impressive.
Eventually they turned up at 1630 in, can you guess?, a lorry. After much weedling and cajoling they agreed to park it up relatively close and set to work delivering the toys and setting them up.
Fortunately after all this the toys are fantastic although the TV does rather dominate the flat.
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Do you mind me asking what a coomerical district is, it's not one I've come accross before?
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