“Ding Dong..Ding Dong…bang bang bang”

Yes..the delivery person arrives.

The usual, overzealous and repeated door bell ringing followed by the “bang bang bang” on the door with either their fist (which must be really sore at the end of a 160 usual parcel delivery day) or their tracking phone which must be made of some totally indestructible material or a small rubber mallet they keep on their person. I sometimes think of the eventual damage affect it’s having on the front door?

And even being in over zealous mode awaiting my arrival to it from the inside…I really can only go at one speed nowadays..aka, slow. I’m fact I feel the more over zealous they are the slower I become!

“Hi there” I say, as I open the door trying to look the delivery person in the eye, whilst looking at the parcel being delivered and also acting discreetly, a bit like a curious giraffe (whatever one of those looks like) twisting my ‘short’ neck trying to scan the door for any obvious delivery door damage so I can pounce and say “have you done that to my door?”

But before I could really get beyond the “hi” bit the delivery person said, ” Sorry I’m a bit late.” “That’s ok” I replied, knowing that the timing of the delivery was well within the two hour time framed delivery slot.

“Only, there was no house number on the parcel, just the street name. So had to call my boss who looked into it and after a while told me the house number”

“Aww that’s fine” I replied, “And thank you for taking the time to look into it and more so finding the right house number.” I was really quite impressed.

As the parcel was scanned with the ‘indestructible tracking machine,’ I casually commented that it wasn’t a problem that the parcel had no house number, as the house has it’s own house number emblazoned on it, so it would have been easy to find.

With that, there was this few seconds pause after my comment had been expressed and I could hear the cogs whirring like an old clapped out machine as the information received was being processed.

As the penny dropped, the delivery person just had that light bulb moment like the one when the microwave eventually ‘pings’ and commented in a dead pan way, ” Well, yeah you do have a house number on the door, but that doesn’t really help me when there’s none on the parcel.”

Hmmm, I thought and exclaimed in a really positive way, ” Ahh, you’re so right!” ……hmmmm

Time for a cup-of-T