The DPD (Welsh)man delivered the above ridiculously heavy box (another story – Ed.) and chatted in a furiously frustrated manner…
”I’ve just delivered a box to a man up there (pointing who knows where) and he’s just rung me, on this (his POD device). He says, ”you’ve just delivered a box, what’s in it?””.
”I said, ”I’ve no idea sir, you ordered it, so if you open it you’ll find out””.
”He said, ”I’m not accepting it until you tell me, it could be anything””.
”I said, ”look sir, I have a van full of boxes, I don’t know what’s in them – could be bombs, or water pistols, it’s not my job to know””.
Clearly fuming, he summarised – “He’s gone to the trouble of finding DPD, ringing them to find my number, and he’s now going to do what he didn’t do in the first place, and that’s open it”! Feeling a lot better he asked for my surname to prove the delivery, I said ”not until you tell me what’s in it”!
If I hear the outcome of the stand off I’ll include it here.
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