Dring Dring, Dring Dring, Dring Dring… “Hello. Border Frames. John speaking how may I help you.”
Me: “Hello. Chris Birchall here from Sunny North Wales. Just chasing up an order I placed a few days ago.”
Border Frames: “Let me see… Aye, it was dispatched yesterday on the 2-3 day service. If it doesn-ah turrn up tomorrow, it’ll most likely be after the Easter weekend. Hang on, I’ll just go on the City Link Tracking Site and see were it is.”
Me: “Isn’t technology wonderful. I suppose you’re going to tell me it’s in a white van on the middle carriageway of the M6 heading south, as we speak!?”
Border Frames: “Och No. The technology’s good – but it’s not that good. It just says it left the local depot this morning. But och aye – mebee one day we’ll be able to say it’s in a white van just pulling up outside your shop!”
Me: (laughing) “That’ll be the day. Hey thanks anyway. Got to go. Sound’s like I’ve got a customer.”
Hanging up, I go through to the shop… Parked outside is a white van… My bottom jaw remained at floor level as I signed for the parcel – and the hairs on the back of my neck are still standing on end!!