It's those blooming couriers that do it to me. "In the good old days" we had the postal service. Letters took a day or two to arrive from one end of the country to the other. Parcels were delivered to my doorstep. And parking bays in front of my office building weren't constantly clogged by multicoloured double-parked delivery vans.
I wouldn't complain (so much) if the service they provided were superior. Or at least as good as. But every time I have had the misfortune of being sent something by courier, it was more trouble than it was worth.
Point number one: couriers deliver Monday to Friday only - which is a real inconvenience for people who work full time yet would like something delivered to their home address. You see, if a courier cannot deliver straight into your hands, they wouldn't dream of leaving the parcel in the post box - oh no, somebody might steal your prescription vitamins - it's up to you to ring the courier company and arrange another delivery time.
Point number two: those couriers are fast! They ring the doorbell, but by the time you put on your night-gown and negotiate the steps separating your bedroom from the front door, the dear delivery angels are long gone. My guess is they knock on your door and run, as though they hadn't played enough of that game as children.
Point number three: did you know that unless you pay the top rate, courier delivery takes several days to get from one end of town to the other? That in contrast to posting the envelope the conventional way and having it reach its destination within 24 hours. Point number four: the price. For all that inferior service, we pay triple and sometimes quintuple.
We live in such a hurry nowadays, we imagine everything has to be immediate: love, entertainment, communication and delivery. And one thing I must admit: the word courier sounds a lot more immediate than postman.
So here's a 30-something thought: say no to couriers today. Save the postman. woman. figure.
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