It takes a big man to admit he was wrong, but here goes.
Today the Post Office delivered the iPad I sent my sister.
The trick here is not to say, "Why did it take the fuckers 39 days to deliver a package?"
Instead, think of it in terms of Christmas 2014.
Yes? How early did they get that package to the UK huh?
After my wasted time with Ms Passive Aggressive (January 8th), I did a follow up call a few days later and I had to spell out every single contact detail of my life to a barely functioning idiot.
I know I have an accent but why would I be sending a used pipe in the mail?
Why would I live on 4 Dykes St?
Why is Wakefield so difficult to spell when I tell you every single letter?
My favorite was, "Where does the hyphen go in those 11 numbers you just gave me?"
I was tempted to say "Who gives a shit, you have the wrong 11 numbers", but instead I patiently told Forrest Gump's sister about dialing codes in the UK.
I'd like to think she retained that information and is currently thrilling a captive audience with her new found knowledge.