Howdy Ya'll,
Billy The Blogging Poet back with you at Blown Fuse. In case you just tuned in, the lovely Miss. Tiffany is headed north to get her turkey. Hey, I thought Scott was with her?
His name is Scott, right?
Anyway, as most of you have probably guessed, I don't earm my living doing the blogging poet thing. I earn my living delivering things to people's homes and work places.
Today I had another delivery with the wrong address. Now wrong address aren't uncommon as most of my customers are stupid, but what happened today was the craziest thing I've seen in 30 years of riding around delivering things.
I realized I had a problem when the street numbers stopped at 1709 and the address I was looking for was 2503. Oh well, I thought, I'll just call the lady. I pick up my cell phone and dial the number on the delivery reciept.
"Hello."
"Hello, Ma'am, I'm trying to deliver your package but it appears I've got the wrong address."
"What address do you have?"
"2503 Som..."
"That's not where I live."
"Okay, what is your correct address?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"So I can deliver your package, Ma'am."
"I didn't order any package."
"Maybe a friend ordered it for you."
"Why would anyone do that?"
"Well I don't know, Ma'am, could you please just give me your correct address?"
"You don't have to deliver it, I'll come pick it up."
"But Ma'am, it's already in my (CLICK) truck." I can't believe it, the b***h hung up on me and she doesn't even know where I am.
RING RING.
"Hello," I answered the phone.
"Where are you at?"
"I'm on the side of the ro..."
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
"But Ma'am, you still don't know (CLICK) where I am."
To make a long story short, four more phone calls and 1/2 hour later she drives up beside my truck and parks in the middle of a busy street to get her package. All the while I was less than two minutes from her house.
What is it with people? Simply answer a few simple questions and everything would be easy, but no.......
Posted by Tiffany at November 24, 2004 07:22 PM