Somewhere in the deepest, darkest, regions of a DHL warehouse, is package #77 of 118 from my annual Dell workstation shipment. The others were delivered yesterday, but #77 has eluded both the driver and his compatriots at the depot.
I’d be more annoyed, but the driver did help us move the remaining 117 to their secret storage area, somewhere in the grounds of the school. There were stairs involved. It was painful towards the end. I had to go home and shower afterwards.
The willingness of the DHL driver to endure a grotesque amount of suffering is a stark contrast to Dell’s normal courier, Walsh Western, who are normally about as much help as Clippy the talking paperclip. They once failed to deliver our order because they claimed they couldn’t get under the low bridge. That’s all very well, but there are three other roads into town that don’t have a low bridge. Apparently it hadn’t occurred to the untrained donkey driving the truck to try another route. They are also quite happy to deliver equipment heavy enough to kill a man on a truck without a tail-lift, and were genuinely surprised one year when they arrived unannounced at 6am and found no-one ready to meet them.
As you can understand, one delayed package is a frankly a welcome relief in comparison.