{actually under the terms of the Galactic Customer Service Treaty you have not choice but to}
is to drive to Kingsnorth on the less than attractive Isle of Grain to rescue a couple or four Wizards’.
In case that doesn’t make much sense – and I’m not surprised ‘cos I’m stressed max – I telephoned the supplier today to enquire why my goods hadn’t turned up. I was told they would get back to me in a minute.
15 minutes later a phone call to say that the courier had not found us in, and had put a return card through our door. Strange, quoth I, we don’t have a letterbox in our front door, we have a post box at the end of the drive, and there twas nowt in that. I was furnished with the telephone number of said courier company, and rang them.
I was not given the same story by the chap who was unfortunate enough to answer the phone. His story was different, but still along the same lines. I challenged him about it, and confirmed that we defo. do not have a letterbox and no, nothing was left. I arranged to drive all the way over there to fetch said items.
So, with sketchy directions (male ones, you know the kind), we set off after picking up Minkey from school. Minkey was happy she had bacon bites and a fanta, and rock music. I was happy I had my Mummy to keep me company, and rock music.
We followed the male directions, which by and large to actually get us to the general area were not that bad. The itsy bitsy actually find the building details, were less than great – but we are persistant, and being women will actually ask for directions.
We found it eventually, and upon chatting with chappie in depot, find out that actually the courier just couldn’t be asked (cbas my DH calls it). Obviously a male complaint.
So, we loaded up the goods and headed home. The Wizards’ were generally well-behaved on the journey, but then they have got quite good at travelling around Kent.
So darling customers who have been waiting for a Wizard to make your day – they will tomorrow be shipped out to you, and I am sorry that you have had to wait – I am full of shame that you have, and I am grateful that you have been so lovely about it.
I can’t help wondering if the chap had actually asked for directions, or used his mobile to ring the number provided for these circumstances, I would not have to have done this. MEN ASK FOR DIRECTIONS, IT IS NO REFLECTION ON YOUR MANHOOD, JUST GOOD SENSE.
After my trip to the Rhemy today, and my drugs, I have to say that now my back has completely seized up, and I feel sicker than the average sick dog. I need a serious lie down and tlc.
Galaxy Girl