courier rant

spike's · 26 Apr 2006 at 19:46

this time its ANC thats wasted an hour of my time tonight.
they tried to deliver a parcel to me yesterday. wasent in so they left a card. fair enough.

i called this morning to ask if i could collect tonight, everything ok so far.

managed to find the place in the end. shame it took them an hour to find my package though. :mad:

Haylee Jayne · 26 Apr 2006 at 19:47

oh dear, was the contents of the parcel worth the wait??

spike's · 26 Apr 2006 at 20:07

Haylee Jayne said:
oh dear, was the contents of the parcel worth the wait??

a new drivers mirror for the car. so yes it was needed. will fit it saturday, and then the car can finally have a wash.

Jon Frost · 26 Apr 2006 at 20:22

royal fail did that to me the other week.

Went there, 20 mins later "sorry we cant find your parcel". Let me take your details and ill ring you said the fat postman. Gave him the details - no contact.

So i goto the depot the next day. And another 40 mins of searching for the illusive parcel - which was LARGE!. "no sorry sir, we've lost it".

I'd love to see how they store them. Mind you in the time i was there on the 2nd time. One guy had another complaint about lost parcels and even gave the wrong parcel to one woman.

pay peanust and get monkehs though.

atpbx · 26 Apr 2006 at 20:37

spike's said:
this time its ANC thats wasted an hour of my time tonight.
they tried to deliver a parcel to me yesterday. wasent in so they left a card. fair enough.

i called this morning to ask if i could collect tonight, everything ok so far.

managed to find the place in the end. shame it took them an hour to find my package though.

There is a myriad of explanations as to what could have gone wrong there.

All of which are ANC's fault.

jaydee · 26 Apr 2006 at 22:34

Spike. Your experiences are nuthin compared to mine with Lynx, mate.

After two weeks of maybe's, possibly's, dunno's, givvuss a consignment note, it ain't our prob, call Bob, call the driver, call the sheriff, call International Rescue....

Finally, having searched the nether regions of southern england, 'Bob' finally ended up on the end of the phone. His excuse - 'Dunno, mate. Couldn't find the address... Where are ya? Oh, yeahh - alright, you leave a car at the side of the road and I'll try and spot it. Yeahh..."

Bob finally arrived with the motherboard. Two weeks later. I knew it was the parcel despite his play act as he deliberately stepped over it and rummaged the newer looking packages. Finally he presents me with my dog-eared, battered, boot-splattered parcel. "There y'are, mate.. sign 'ere..."

And here's the rub - despite thousands of tyre-ripping miles of abuse and battering the mobo still works perfectly! Had to throw away the IDE cables though - they were perforated by the standoff pins...