My attempt at collecting my parcel was a comical failure...
I got to the newsagents at what was clearly Todmorden's annual gathering of OAPs buying tabloid newspapers, Easter eggs, digestive biscuits, and cough sweets! The queue went almost back out of the entrance to the shop...
I waited patiently and
eventually got to the front of the queue. I thought I'd just flash some ID and the parcel would be handed over. But no. They treated my parcel collection as if I were trying to withdraw £5,000,000 from the frozen bank account of a Russian oligarch. Sharp intake of breath... Yes, they did have the parcel. Yes they could see from my ID that I was indeed the intended recipient. But the collection code, man - where is the collection code?!!!
Blowed if I know! I was asked if I had a smartphone which I could use to find the code. Yes and yes. Well, yes, and perhaps... I was told to leave the queue while sorting it out. After some time, I found the parcel tracking code. I then rejoined the back of the queue. I waited patiently and
eventually got to the front of the queue for the second time....
No, no, no that's a
tracking code - I needed the
collection code! (OFFS!!!!
)
I left the queue again to try and log in to
ebay, but I had forgotten my password! I called to the staff that I would come back another time...
Of course, about 30 milliseconds after getting home I found the collection code. I'll call in again tomorrow to pick up the parcel. My other one isn't due until next week so there is no hurry since I can't fit one part without the other.
