NEIGHBORS, pick up your packages yourself!
Am I right in the assumption that large parts of world trade are going through my flat? In terms of freight transport, this is perfectly located on the ground floor of a tenement with twelve enthusiastic onlineshoppenden parties, but rarely at home.
The fact that I am reliably stuck in the home office during the day makes me the dream woman of all parcel deliverers and the "favorite neighbor"? by unknown persons within a radius of one kilometer. It keeps ringing in my ears like a severe case of DHL tinnitus? and UPS, Hermes is my house godfather. This is so boring that I hope already, for a change, someone would at the door who wanted to talk to me about God or at least drag my knives.
Previously, packages were something special. They came for a birthday or before Christmas. Through e-commerce, the flood of packets is now daily against my door. Every year, a good three billion packages are sent back and forth in Germany, and by 2020, 3.8 billion are expected. Almost 80 percent of the ordered items are sent back by the way? Madness! So it's just a single package coming and going. I know, everyone has to carry his parcel? but I also the entire neighborhood. Until now.
Just do not pick it up
Some things are simply no longer acceptable to me: for example, when people in the house do not pick up their parcels for days, despite the notice board. By the way, I am legally responsible for this by my signature. The other day I heard one in the hallway and tore open the door:? With me is still a package for you? You, casual:? Yes, have I already seen? And left the house. The name came straight to my blacklist.
Yes, I am also sorry for the parcel delivery service. I know how much they are under time pressure for low wages, and mostly try to help. But I do not want to exploit myself as a calculated UM (involuntary employee) of DHL. And the methods get rougher.
The fight with the messenger
A messenger rang the bell, shouting euphorically: "Package for you !? I opened the door to my holy warehouses. "But that's not for me!" I exclaimed disappointed. "Is for your neighbors?", Said the man insistently and gently pushed the three packages over the inhibition threshold in my hallway again. Like every woman, I have difficulty saying no, but then it was enough for me: "No, I do not want to !?
The parcel courier glared at me: "But that's for NEIGHBORS !? Me:? Yes, then they have to pick it up from the post office.? He grabbed the parcels in slow motion and put on the strongest lever in a contemptuous tone: "You're not a nice woman." Then he waited contentedly for my mental break-in. And he came: "Do you know what, boy? Your opinion is shit me! Stand there in the back, in the queue behind my ex-husband !?, I called out uncontrollably. And slammed the door. My switch will remain closed immediately.
