From: 01sybok@ac.dal.ca
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Courier eeeeeeediot Peeve
Date: 8 Nov 92 17:43:14 -0400
Organization: Dalhousie University, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada

It's cold in Nova Scotia tonight.

I can tell you exactly how cold it is, first hand. See, I don't have a jacket.

"But Mike," you ask, "Why don't you have a jacket? It's been known to go to 
40 below in Nova Scotia. You'll freeze to death soon!"

"I know," I answer, "and actually, I do have a jacket. My parents bought it 
for me, and it would keep me warm all winter, if I were to wear it."

"Why aren't you wearing your jacket, Mike? Is that colour that horrible?"

"No, my mother picked it out for me, and her taste is superb. It is a beautiful
deep wine red, with a little teal and some black. The colours are simply 
splendid."

"Well then, is it the wrong size?"

"No, it fits beautifully."

"Is it damaged, then."

"Not to the best of my knowledge, although it wouldn't surprise me. you see,
my parents trusted eeeeeeediots to deliver it to me."

Yes indeed. You would think a courier service would be the best way of sending
somebody something, wouldn't you? WELL THEY AREN'T! THEY AREN'T EVEN FUCKING 
CLOSE!

My Dad sent the jacket to me from Port Hawkesbury, about a four hour drive 
away. That was on Wednesday. This is Sunday.

He could have walked here and delivered it to me by hand by now.

The courier company told Dad they wouild deliver the jacket to me by the
following afternoon, some time after 1 pm. I decided to stay at home and
wait for the jacket.

At 4:30 pm, I decided they weren't going to show, and so I left to get some 
work done. Apparently, they showed up at about 4:45, and found they could not
get into my building. So they left.

Did they bother to call me either at home of work to leave a message 
explaining the situation? No. I decided something horrible must have
happened, and so I waited at home the following afternoon to see if they'd call.

Did the courier call? No. So I called them. They said they were terribly sorry,
but it was too late in the day to send out a courier.

I sorta got a little upset. I sorta yelled at them I didn't care how fucking
late it was, I'd waited two fucking afternoons in my apartment for their 
fucking idiot minimum wage slave driver to fork over my fucking coat and if I
didn't get that fucking coat I was going to make that little worm on the other
end of the line's life a living hell until he got his worthless slovenly butt
in gear and forked over with the property they SHOULD have had at my door 24 
hours ago. I asked the man if HE had a car. He must have known that I was going 
to demand that HE deliver the coat, so he said no. I reminded him that Halifax
DOES have a system of public transportation, and he could (and indeed had 
better) use THAT to bring my coat over. I also pointed out that this would 
nicely circumvent the problem of having to pay a delivery man overtime, and
wouldn't THAT please his boss!

He hung up on me. Some people have no idea of customer relations.

Well, I did all that I can do. I think I'll call Dad and explain what happened.
After all, it isn't fair that I get to have all the fun.

!Peeve: I love playing the Irate Customer Somebody Has to Placate. Especially
when I'm justified in doing so.

Peeve: I still don't have my coat. It'll be a long chilly walk home tonight.


Yours with love and chillbains, gentle readers.

Mike
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