An Encounter with an Angry Delivery Man
My mobile phone rang with a strange jumbled up number, over and over and over again within the space of a few minutes, until I finally succumb and answer it:
Me: Hello?
Man: Hello? This is house in -insert address-?
Me: Yes?
Man: I call you many time! I’m from -insert delivery company name here- and I have delivery for you.
Me: I’m sorry no one is home, can you please come back later?
Man *exploding in rage*: Shino hatha! Mako Kadama? Laish mako kadama ana shino ysawi? Translation: What’s this, don’t you have a house maid? Why is it that you don’t have a maid? What am I supposed to do now?
Needless to say I had to ask him nicely to wait for a few minutes because apparently my husband was on his way home. When my husband arrived to take whatever he was delivering, he almost threw the package in my bewildered husband’s face and stormed off!
With the rise of door-to-door delivery companies and since we rely heavily in Kuwait on the concept of home delivery especially given that we have no decent postal system to speak off, we encounter delivery men a lot. Sadly, many of them lack the very basic rules of human contact. They don’t just call, they shower your phone with calls and when you pick up they hang up so they don’t waste money on your call and you should call back. Or they ring the bell like there’s a pack of wild wolves running behind him about to close in. Oh and the latest trend? They don’t get out of their vehicles, they call and you are supposed to know that they are waiting and you should walk all the way to their cars to get whatever you ordered or is being sent to you yourself.
Quiet recently I’ve had some very rude ones shouting at me when I say no one is home. It’s not my fault you are delivering something to me without consulting me first. Since the things that are delivered do not conjure themselves out of thin air and must have had some sort of record made of them, it would be very much appreciated if the delivery company would waste a few fils on a polite phone call from a receptionist somewhere letting me know that a- I have a delivery and b- what would be a suitable time for us to deliver it for you. It’s not that hard now, is it?
When you arrive home at 9:30 A.M. do you think someone would be home waiting? Am I supposed to enslave a human being by making her my own domestic maid just for the sake of your convenience? How dare you inquire about my choices in life, scold me for them, and be all huffy and angry afterwards?
Is it just me who is noticing that delivery men are becoming very agitated and more rude lately? I can understand their agitation and frustration, the roads resemble a game of Mario Kart more and more with every passing day, but why should I suffer from their uncalled for behaviour?
