When things don't go your way
Posted by charley on July 5th, 2008
I had the unfortunate experience this morning of opening the door to a Parcel Force worker pretty much as naked as i could be when answering a door..
to make things worse my hair was all over the place, sticking up wherever it wanted to due to wearing a beret the whole day before after washing it, plus in my hurry to scramble downstairs before he departed with my brother’s precious parcel i managed to pull on my dressing gown inside out. After opening the door and realising my robe didn’t have one of those things you tie around your waist i carried on hugging myself trying to hide my top and bottom bits and told the man we had been waiting for that parcel. Uhm yes…
It’s just one of those things that embarrasses you and probably everyone else who experiences it! I’m sure the poor man had no idea where to look, but only because i looked like some hideous skinny version of Nora Batty. It seems I’m always answering doors to people dressed like a mess or not dressed at all, and it’s always when i really fancy a lie in. I’m snoozing nicely in my warm bed, turning a few times to get rid of pins and needles, thinking about the slow and peaceful day I’m going to have, then there’s a knock on the door. I’m thinking “Nooooooo, please don’t ruin my dozing! I need at least 20 hours of sleep to function!”, but i have to get up and sign my name on those machine things where your signature ends up just looking like Morse code. Then they leave and i trudge back upstairs, feeling cheated of 5 minutes kip. All for things like a DVD, or a really cool new amp that sounds just like the one he bought last week..
After all that red-faced fuss, sure that there’ll be funny story told in the Parcel Force office tonight, i feel the need to buy some nice heels. Just to balance out the irritation/satisfaction ratio.