Please spare a thought for the poor sods who deliver your trinkets. I'm one of them.
Temporary agency driver, delivering parcels on the late shift.
Ever shift is a shitshow.
Each van is filthy inside and out. Most are clapped out little Corsa vans. The interior is lit by a 3W bulb normally used on the inside of a fridge. You're lucky if the wing mirrors can be adjusted.
There's nothing in the back of the van in terms of racks, sacks, hoppers or bins - everything just slides about. Stuff is sometimes three layers deep. Even if you load your van in route order, you still end up diving in to try and find the parcel you need.
The twatnav is supposed to take you straight to the door, but in practice you still spend ages searching in the dark for "Flat D" or "Dunroamin".
Traipse up three dozen steps to someone's front door with a case of beer, to find they're out. Now you've got to complete the red card in the rain and lug the thing back again.
Trip over garden gnomes and step into puddles. Last night I trod in a dog turd in the dark.
I'm either
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- delivering parcels in the dark and the rain
- drunk
- asleep and dreaming of delivering parcels in the dark and the rain
I have the upmost respect for Royal mail workers , But , I don't take any rudeness from any staff from anywhere like Stevebm1 mentions. A woman spoke to me like shit in KFC once , She looked about 12. There is no need for it , Suffice to say she caught me in a wrong day and got both barrels. No need to be rude to others IMO.
Dave.