Can I nominate the good old British Post Office? I had an email to say that delivery had been attempted (eBay) but nobody was in. There was no card through the letterbox so I drove up to the local sorting office. I gave them my details and apparently they had four parcels for me. Great, I thought…
Looking at her computer, the helpful lady told me that the packages had a different address on. I asked her which address and it turns out that it was a block of flats a few doors down from me. Thinking I had scrolled down too far on one of those ‘find your address’ boxes I asked which parcel had the wrong address. Apparently, according to the computer it was ‘all of them’. Now, as I knew a couple of them were from eBay, it would be impossible for all of them to have the incorrect address. In fact, I could actually see the parcels just behind her on the shelf (I recognised the packaging/logo on one of them) and asked if she could just show me the parcels so I could see which address was incorrect. She just kept pointing to her computer and saying that all of them were wrong because it says so on the screen. I asked if she could just look at the parcels herself, she didn’t even have to show me, but just tell me how many were wrong (I was the only customer and the parcels were within arms reach) we just kept going round in a loop with me asking her to check the physical items behind her and her telling me she didn’t have too because she could see on her screen that the addresses were all wrong. After about ten minutes I had no choice but to leave empty handed.
So, an hour long phone call to the post office (during which I was asked what address was on the parcels!!!) resulted in all of the parcels being redirected to my work address. And how many of them (when they finally arrived) had the wrong address….? None of them. The postmoron had simply put the wrong address on the red card and the imbecile in the office could have sorted it out simply by picking up a small bunch of parcels which was right next to her. To be fair to the postie though, he is very good at sitting on the wall at the end of the street and smoking roll-ups. He should be good at this though, it’s all I ever see him do. Rant over.