Originally Posted by GoldenTribe
Thursday, 10am — Called my drug dealer and left a VM, "Dude, where are you? I need you to swing by, like quick."
Thursday, 11am — I call my drug dealer again. This time he picks up and says to call him back in 15 minutes
Thursday, 11:15am — I wait the 15 minutes and call my drug dealer again. He tells me he's 30 minutes away.
Thursday, 2:00pm — I call my drug dealer AGAIN
and I'm like "WTF, you said you were going to be here like 2 hours ago." He says that he's sorry, but that he had to swing by his place and wait for a delivery from DHL. He then tells me that he'll call me back in 15 minutes.
My drug dealer never calls.
Thursday, 3:00pm — I call back. Where are you? I go straight to VM whose message consists of a voice mumbling (it does not seem like a professional number, so I do not leave a message).
Thursday, 4:00pm — I call again to tell him that he never called me back. Oh, actually he will get back to me by some time tomorrow (Friday). Will it help if I take the initiative to call back Friday morning? Maybe.
Thursday, 8:00pm — I call back just so he knows I'm serious about my damn package.
Friday, 8:00am — I call my drug dealer to say the hell with you, I want my package delivered today, not a phone call. He says okay (this was never presented as a choice before -- he just instructed me to wait for a phone call). He says the delivery trucks load by 10:45am.
Friday, 9:00am — I call again to reconfirm my wishes because I no longer trust him not to screw up simple instructions. I want the package today. The guy accepts this and says there is still no further information from the warehouse regarding the damage. Soyab will call me by 3pm, he assures me. That's too late for the delivery trucks.
Friday, 10:15am — Having waited as close to delivery departure as I dare, I call back again. By some miracle, I reach a woman who says she lives with my drug dealer. She goes and stands at his bedroom door (not at my request) until he is done a phone call, then tells him I am on the line and hands the phone over. He says there is "damage" to my package, does not tell me any more about it, and confirms the receipt of my instructions that I wanted delivery today, but tells me he "can't tell whether a damage report has been submitted" in the electronic system, so he "doesn't know" whether the item is out for delivery today or not. He says he will call back by 3pm today to let me know ..... something or other ...... and I may get the item today, or I may get it Monday.
What is unsaid in all of this is that if the bloody item was destroyed beyond repair, I obviously don't want it at all any more and somebody should have made clear at the very beginning that is what had happened so I could forget about it altogether. On the other hand, if the item is fine, then I am in no way helped by a phone call from some warehouse neanderthal, and all they are accomplishing by delaying delivery is wasting my time.
So 24 hours after I should have received my "package", I don't have it, I don't know when I might receive it, and I don't know whether it is primo shit or totally stomped on.What the fuck is wrong with drug dealers?