At least you got it I don't understand how these things just sit there in storage with my name and address in them. It would be so easy to let me know, it would clear up some space in their office. What are they doing. I think it just depends what Portman you get, some of them are fine, they take it to the address it says on it tong the doorbell, no answer they try a couple more days, leave a card. But some of them, I swear to God they just say no, letters only, that thing is about twelve inches across, fuck am I taking that up to the third floor. Who does he to think he is, up there in his penthouse buying things. Thinks he's god living up there in the sky looking down us like we're scum Motherfucker.
In fact there is this one post woman who tings the bell and then I will push the button to open the door and then you hear her go "I'm not coming up," which, you know, I don't care, I will happily walk down to get something if the alternative is she chucks it in the skip but.. I mean, she's a postman, I thought postmen were supposed to take mail and packages to the given address... is it normal to refuse to go upstairs? Every single building in this village is a block of flats, if she refuses to leave the ground then that means she will only deliver ten percent of the people.
When I was a kid my mate Mark had a paper round in Uffington, there was this one house that was kinda out of the village,bothered this long straight road about Mike heading to Faringdon or something and he'd do his round and nine times out of ten he'd decide I'm not walking there and back it's two miles, he'd chuck that paper away. You would see the guy come in the shop and say I didn't get my paper again so the guy would give Mark a bollocking and then he'd deliver it next couple days. Then he'd stop again, chuck it away.
Mark was fifteen, he was a famously lazy twat. He got fired. But they're letting a grown woman do the same thing to ninety percent of the village, no repercussions. That doesn't seem right somehow.