It’s very HOT in the state of Texas right now. Record temperatures are being broken almost daily. And there’s no relief in sight for well over the coming week.
For me to get anything, I have been staying inside and using online delivery services for what I need.
I created a small order for groceries. I found this second online delivery service that is far better than the first. Maybe one day I will write a post about it and show you the comparison. But that’s not important right now.
Living in a gated property, instructions were given on how to reach my front door along with the delivery and waited for the selected time in which it was to arrive.
Then the telephone rings. The driver is outside one of the many gates that stretch along the property and wants to be let in.
I verbally repeated the instructions to this woman. And the following responses from her were less than professional or nice.
Over and over again she kept telling me which numbered apartment she was parked in front of. But couldn’t find a key pad to enter a gate code to get on the inside.
A second and third time of repeating the instructions to her, she shouted back “Can’t you just let me inside?? I see a door. Just come open the door.”
I told her she was at the wrong gate and she needed to drive a little more to get to the correct gate. And more argument came from her as she screamed “Just come get me and open this door. I see a goddamned door.”
The first thing that came to mind was to tell her that I was not dressed to come outside.
She then began to cry and whimper about it. She said that if I was not going to come outside and open the door that she was looking at that she would not know how to get my delivery to me. She was obviously starting to give up and was probably getting ready to leave.
I told her that I was on the way.
I had a feeling inside of me that told me that if I actually went around to the other side of the building and opened the door that she kept talking about that she was going to find a person in a wheelchair attempting to make their way down the path and she was going to instantly regret it.
Needless to say, that I hung up on her as she was in the middle of another whining fit.
So out into the horrible heat I went. Today with another record breaking temperature today of 103°F/39°C.
As I rounded the building and she turned and saw me…. the look on her face was PRICELESS. Maybe even Internet worthy.
I did not think of it until now, but I should have went up to the door inside of the gate and told her that the door was locked and I didn’t have the key, or that the door was welded shut to keep people off the property who don’t belong here.
So I opened the door and she immediately went into this wave of apologies and excuses and then back to apologies. She claimed she saw no other gate. And I physically pointed it out to her. She still said she could not see it. So I gave very descriptive terms to her along the lengthy gate on where to find where she should have gone in the first place.
The bags were heavy and she did offer to carry them for me to my home. But I did not want her inside of my home.
I led her to the front door. And as we went along the path I explained to her how roads work and how much easier and more convenient it would have been for her if she would have just followed the instructions that I had provided for her already several times.
She walked in front of me and then I told her which apartment to walk towards. She got to the door and then she proceeded to open it. That is until I told her NOT to open the door and just leave the bags next to the door on the patio area.
Again she gave me another priceless look of disbelief. I really think she’s got a problem with following instructions. Perhaps she’s one of the many kinds of people that don’t like being told what to do. And I would think that if that was the case, she shouldn’t be working as a delivery driver.
I understand that it is hot outside. And I also could believe the possibility that she was running behind on her deliveries.
And I also understand that trying to find where I live can be very confusing. My family had plenty problems of their own when they first tried to visit me here. However the screaming, the whining, and the not following instructions is deplorable.
Just another day in the big hot sweltering city of Austin in the summertime, I guess.
Freakin’ idiot.
Dambreaker 