After many years of faffing and prevaricating, DH finally ordered his new guitar the other day. HUGE deal. He almost never spends on himself and has had the same guitar since he was 14 (although it’s been repaired so often it’s not really the same one anymore). I was beyond thrilled that he finally decided, and he was looking forward to playing with his new toy this weekend.
Delivery was today. I have been in all day. I have seen every car and van coming in and out of the close. No UPS vans. No knocks at the door or rings at the bell. We have a dog who goes mad when people approach the house. No one has.
But APPARENTLY they tried to deliver it at 10.44. Did they fuck. And to add insult to injury they only deliver Mon-Fri (wtf?) so he now has to wait until next week.
Why are delivery companies so shit? Why do I get lulled into a false sense of security every time? And why for the love of fuck do they not have an actual person I can speak to to vent my spleen?
Gaaaaaaaah.