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Yeah, when I worked as a water service rep in the 90's most of my area was pretty rural around Beds, Bucks, Herts.
Trying to find 'The Steadings' on Lower Little Frumpington Lane in Little Pissington when the fuckers had a tiny sign made from wood, nailed to a tree for perfect camo effect...
Happened all the fucking time...
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We buy a lot of 2nd hand kids stuff from FBM, often in burbs around Hertfordshire. The number of times I've just had to pull into any old drive that's close enough, get my torch from the glove box and then go door-to-door searching for numbers.
It's fucking ridiculous.
Even better is when you then realise they've actually just written it out in words in some artful way against a wall you can only see in the day light when you know its there already.
Why do delivery drivers never read the delivery notes? Ordering a takeaway is a proper treat, and having it arrive cold because the bellend of a delivery driver would rather wait for 10 minutes in the wrong place than spend 5 seconds reading the note that explains that the Satnav will take you to the wrong place, is rather frustrating. Never mind why he didn’t just call and ask where the house was like they usually do.
And it all arrives in plastic, so I have to decant what can be reheated into pans and get them on the stove, while the other half gets colder as reheating would require disassembly into reheatable and non-reheatable elements, an act that seems so similar to just cooking the fucking thing in the first place that I can’t face it, clinging to the clearly ridiculous belief that a takeaway would be more straightforward than just cooking something in the first place . So now I have extra washing up to do, a half reheated dinner, and a massive pang of guilt that I might be putting a small business in jeopardy by filing a complaint on just eat because it appears that saying “the food was cold” generates a request for a full refund.
I just wanted a nice treat on a Friday FFS.