This is not a music post, so look away now if you are not amused by the misfortunes of others, or easily offended at the sound of a middle aged bloke having a rant about incompetence.
Here’s the scenario. Bungliemutt orders Mrs Bungliemutt’s Christmas present online. 3 days later Bungliemutt arrives home from work to find Mrs Bungliemutt’s Christmas present in a puddle, it having been chucked over a 7 foot high gate. Mrs Bungliemutt’s Christmas present broken. Bungliemutt contacts well-known courier company with full tracking details by e-mail to point out the error of their ways (I won’t name them, but they wear winged sandals). Winged-sandalled wearing courier company responds by saying it takes customer service extremely seriously and will take immediate action to resolve the matter.
3 days later a crash is heard in the Bungliemutt back garden. The remains of a bottle and a broken package are discovered, seemingly similar to an online order placed by Mrs Bungliemutt. Mrs Bungliemutt (not one to be trifled with) legs it after winged sandalled courier and accuses him of self-abuse. Courier understandably sheepish, though stops short of apologetic. Bungliemutt contacts courier company (see above for similar scenario of response).
6 days later Bungliemutt arrives home from work to find further parcel in middle of back garden. In rage that may lead to heart attack, Bungliemutt contacts winged sandalled courier company by phone, only to have webchat recommended. Webchat fails, due to Bungliemutt being 277th in queue, and having to wait 45 minutes. E-mails aforementioned courier company with full tracking details, and expletive-laden dressing down. Courier company responds with news that it cannot deal with matter as Bungliemutt has not provided tracking details. Bungliemutt has several stiff drinks.
And so to today. Further parcel due from winged-sandalled self-abusing courier company. Bungliemutt takes valium and has shotgun concealed behind curtains. Update available later.