A small parcel, second class sorting office level cunting for the non-delivery service that is the Royal Mail please.
I was at work and missed a parcel delivery earlier this week. The Post person Card left through the the door said ‘something for you’.
Two parcels, but only collect if you have to, due the the Chinese bat flu. Try and arrange a reschedule on-line.
As I work close to the sorting office, I thought I would venture there the next day before going to work. Rather take my chances with the virus than logging into the Royal Mail website. It was early, which was good as they have changed the opening time 7am to 9am only. Due to CVD19 apparently but not mentioned on the card, However this was Wednesday, and yup, they are closed all day on a Wednesday. Says the sign in the fucking doorway, when you get there.
Logged in later that day and managed to reschedule. Actually quite straightforward.
On the day of delivery there’s a knock on the door of Cunty towers and I spy there is package left on the door step. Only one, so I collar the postie ‘scuse me the card says two items’….
‘Hmmmfh’ is the reply, ‘did you request two on the re-delivery?’
Yes….. And here is the calling card proving two items….
Hmmmmff, Rummage in bag…. Oh yeah. Here it is.
Nominated by: LeonardoDiCunty




