Last week, I had cause to use the services of greatest lving Welshman
Seriously, Rik's bloody brilliant at computers, and he did a marvellous job of Scaryduckling's laptop, which she - to use the correct technical term - had completely cattled.
The only problem we had was with our choice of otherwise reliable courier, being just about the only one in the country who won't steal your shipment or try to play football with it, Parcelfarce take note.
So, running to a deadline, I was forced to make a phonecall:
"Hello, Otherwise Reliable Courier Limited, how can I help you?"
"Oh, is that Otherwise Reliable Courier Limited?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
"I was wondering where my parcel is. I booked the 3pm guaranteed delivery and it's now 3.10. I'm on a deadline, and..."
"Ah," said the girl on the other end of the line, about to explain company policy for the 200th time that week.
"It's our company policy. The 3pm guaranteed delivery doesn't actually guarantee a 3pm delivery. It's more of a target."
"More of a target?"
"That's right, sir. If we can't deliver for 3pm, we at least try for the same day."
"And if you don't?"
"We don't like to talk about that, sir."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" I said, putting the phone down.
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