Delivery companies are certainly
tightening their game. The other day I received a parcel, handed to me by a
friendly young man who asked for my full name. The Parcel was addressed to Mrs
D but that wasn’t enough for him, he wanted the full Christian name. I told him, but in the same breath I asked why
he wanted it. After he had written the full name against the item in his little
blue book, he explained.
Apparently, the system (a new one with
his company) is to check the name of whoever takes in the parcel, neighbour or
whoever. Surnames are not enough. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day we’ll be
asked for our date of birth! Seriously though, it makes sense to record the
receiver of parcels, it certainly makes life easier for the delivery people.
Proof of delivery is so important
these days, with so many crooks trying to get something for nothing. I thought
this practice was almost as good as the one where the delivery guy took
photographs of the parcel lying inside my porch, but it went against the grain
a little. Not sure why except that I’m not one to reveal my name to all and
sundry. Something must have happened in my past to make me feel secretive with
strangers. Thinking cap at the ready… wish me luck!
Oh, I forgot to mention a casual
meeting with the postman. I don’t normally see him or her. This one time I
startled Mr Postman by opening the inner door just as he was putting the mail
through the letter box in the outer door. There was a whole porch between us
but it didn’t stop him offering me a toffee which I accepted with good grace.
How’s that for service? I must tell
him next time that I prefer fruit drops.
Valerie
