by Genesis » Tue Jul 18, 2006 8:51 pm
^ When you going back to London? I'll be there in October. Maybe in
November as well, but not so sure about that one. I normally pop to
London every 2-3 months... stalking psy events basically.. hehe..
Where do you live in London?
Ah no Hani, I'm still unplugged.
Right, so listen to this: I settled down, found a house, moved in, work is
fine, university's ok, then I ordered the broadband, but the package never
came in. I phoned them up:
Me: Hiya, I ordered an Eircom Broadband package 10 days ago, and I
never go it yet. What seems to be the problem?
Her: Can I get your landline number and your full name please?
*Gave it through*
*Audible keypad tapping into my earpiece*
Her: Yes, I'm afraid the package has been returned to us. The postman
couldn't find the house.
Me: Pardon me? Didn't find the house?
Her: Yes, indeed he haven't. Is your address [...] ?
Me: Yes it is. I'd like to cancel my order. I don't want the broadband
anymore.
So apparently my friend Hani, the post man (that delivers the mail
everyday by the way) couldn't find the house when having my broadband
package with him (probably blinded by the beauty of the box and made
love to it in some bush around my house). The ironic part is that my
house number is one. I live in the 1st house in the street and it's a
bungalo. Who on earth can miss a number one bungalo?!
So as an act of fury, I phone up BT Broadband and ordered a package
from them. The stupid part from my behalf here is that BT will send me
the package by post, therefore, the same postman is likely to attempt to
deliver the box (or will he?) and if it was the same person then the box
might never arrive due to his opressed fascination by brown squares and
his intimacy issues towards them.
Wouldn't be surprised to find the box at my doorstep with a sample of
semen on it. Ha!
Half-arsed Irish postmen!
So I'm not back... yet. I might be when the package arrives next week,
but I'm in London now, having a holiday from work and thus available
time to spare for online activity.
And that my friend is the story...
The Chronicles of Package.
If your trance was a pretty blonde ballerina; then what I listen to is a peed-off bulky bouncer pounding the living shit out of your ballerina.
!!
