Why I prefer the female Delivery woman I usually get.
Deliry Man: *Angry knocking and shouting*
Me: *Opens the door slowly and not all the way*
*Rolls his eyes and talks very slowly but like I’ve made him angry.* You need your door on the front of your house.
Me: … 0.0
Delivery man: I can’t see your front door from my van. I don’t know what house this is. You need to move your door!
Me: *Begins to have an anxiety attack*
Delivery man: *Gives me my parcel and starts walking away* This is why I hate delivering to girls who live alone. Can’t fucking put a door in the right place.
Me: I’m never opening the front door again.
A FEW WEEKS LATER:
Text: your parcel has been picked up by our driver and should arrive between 10Am and 1PM
Me: *At myself* Ok that’s fine. I’m in all day anyway.
Molly the cat: *Gives me a I don’t care, I want to sleep look*
Knock on my door at 8:300pm
Me: *Is worried and opens the door with the chain on*
Delivery man: Tries to shove the parcel through the gap but can’t.* Jesus can’t you fucking open a door? I’m in a rush yeah!
Me: Sorry! *Undoes the chain*
Delivery man: you should be. Wasting my time. *Tosses parcel at me and leaves* Learn to open a door!
The delivery woman waits for me to unlock the door if she comes after its dark and it gets dark at about 4:30pm at the moment. She’s always nice and steps away from the door to give me space and she doesn’t mind if i’m scared and I have Molly in my arms and have to put her down. I got yelled at for holding her by a delivery guy too.
Also the younger delivery guys are so polite and they like talk calm and slow but not like they’re condescending.
you are all allowed to make mistakes. you are allowed to learn and grow from them. don’t let people hold them over your head, and don’t hold it over yourself. most importantly, don’t let it hold you back.