I have been reading this conversation with trepidation, daughter had suggested a present for granddaughter for Christmas. She provided a link and the website clearly headed âUK orders from our newly opened Birmingham facilityâ, so I went ahead.
Initially things looked good, immediate email confirming the order, then 6 hours later despatch confirmed via DHL. The tracking link didnât work, but I have found before they often donât until the next stage. Other things got in the way, so five days later I checked again an found the package was âawaiting carrierâ in Illinois. This from a Canadian company with products made in China.
Email sent and no reply. Two days later, the tracking updated âhanded to our delivery partner Hermesâ. You can see now where trepidation arrived.
Another two days and a double entry, this time the tracking link opening an Evri page, arrived at and cleared from Heathrow customs in five hours!
Luckily if arrived intact today after moving through three distribution hubs over the weekend.
Two contrasts - the Gregory Porter vinyl mentioned in the music thread ordered 11pm Thursday, despatch email 11am Friday, delivery 11am Saturday by Royal Mail. The other a CD from Amazon, I happened to be reading my emails whilst looking out of the window waiting for a visitor. A message popped up, delivery confirmation, handed to customer. From an earlier conversation I knew that neighbours were all out that day. Immediately sent a where is my parcel, giving the facts. A couple of hours later a reply, donât worry most missing parcels turn up within 48 hours. Sure enough it did, handed to me by our postie. She explained that on most local delivery routes they chain their locked trolley to a lamppost whilst they go up and down a road and that recently there have been regular instances of arriving back to the trolley to find a pile of courier packages dumped.
Apologies for the length of this off topic posting, now that the preview option has been removed I was not conscious of how much I had typed.
All of the carrier companies use each other for transit. Just because you book with one doesnât mean it stays in their trucks.
From Clue just now:
Last week I was in Waterstones. I asked the assistant for a book on deafness. He found one.
I asked if it was signed. He said, âNo, you will just have to read it like everyone else.â
John was lonely so he decided life would be more fun if he had a pet.
He went to the pet store and told the owner he wanted to buy an unusual pet.
After some discussion, he finally bought a centipede, which came in a little white box to use for his house.
He took the box home, found a good location for the box and decided he would start off by taking his new pet to the bar for a drink.
He asked the centipede in the box; âWould you like to go to Frankâs place with me and have a beer?â
SilenceâŚ. there was no answer from his new pet.
This bothered him a bit, so he waited a few minutes and asked him again, âHow about going to the bar and having a beer with me?â
Again, there was no answer, nothing but silence came from his new friend and pet.
He waited a few minutes more, thinking about the situation. He decided to ask him one more time. This time, putting his face up against the centipedeâs house and shouting, âHey, in there! Would you like to go to Frankâs place and have a beer with me?
A little voice came out of the box, âI heard you the first time! Iâm putting my bloody shoes on!â
Love the little details: the tiny UFO near the hipsterâs head, the lit stick of dynamite, and the eyeball at the top of the steps, and some unusual designs in the wood grain of the fence.
The surest sign that there is intelligent life in the universe is the fact that no one has tried to contact us
Dyslexia â a condition whose symptoms may include frequent vowel movements and inconsonants.
A soldier stationed in Afghanistan recently received a letter from his girlfriend back home. It read as follows:
Dear Ricky,
I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is
just too great. I must admit that I have cheated on you twice, since
youâve been gone, and itâs not fair to either of us.
Iâm sorry.
Please return the picture of me that I sent to you.
Love, Becky
The soldier, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow soldiers for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters or ex-girlfriends. In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures of the pretty gals he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope, along with this note:
Dear Becky,
Iâm so sorry, but I canât quite remember who the hell you are.
Please take your picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me.
Take Care,
Ricky
Do I see a Boenicke stand over there??
Not much of an audience.
