Today I received the dreaded ebay email:
"Dear G*********, I have not received the item I purchased from you two weeks ago. can you tell me if you have posted it yet? Cheers."
But What it actually means is:
"Oi! Fanny Boy! Where's my fucking exhaust hanger, you thieving bastard!"
The truth is, the guy paid in cash (arsehole), and clearly wrote his address with his non-dominant hand, whilst hanging upside-down, in a bus, being driven around the inside of a north sea ferry, in a force ten gale.
With his eyes shut.
In the dark.
Drunk.
I actually guessed at some of the address and can only hope that it turns up in the next week or so.
Bugger!
"Dear G*********, I have not received the item I purchased from you two weeks ago. can you tell me if you have posted it yet? Cheers."
But What it actually means is:
"Oi! Fanny Boy! Where's my fucking exhaust hanger, you thieving bastard!"
The truth is, the guy paid in cash (arsehole), and clearly wrote his address with his non-dominant hand, whilst hanging upside-down, in a bus, being driven around the inside of a north sea ferry, in a force ten gale.
With his eyes shut.
In the dark.
Drunk.
I actually guessed at some of the address and can only hope that it turns up in the next week or so.
Bugger!
1 comment:
That's another strike against your already blemished record. Your 100% feedback is now a distant memory, unlike my own.
I always thought you were the untrustworthy type.
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