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It's all so familiar and disdainful. I swear that one day he is going to say, sotto voce: ‘Wouldn't a dark brown, and semi-permanent, be more suitable?'<br>Last week, some other idiot delivery man knocked on the door, then just stood there, mute.<br>‘Speak, man!' I said, above the noise of my dogs' barking.<br>‘Is this number three?' he said.<br><br>I pointed to the big number eight on the front door.<br>‘Molly?' he said, trying his luck again.<br>‘No!' It was clearly a Valentine's gift. ‘Do I look like I have a boyfriend?'<br>‘Frankly, no,' he said,  [https://evigetir.com/evdeneve/evden-eve-google-tasinma.html eVDEN EVe nakLiyat] shuffling away.<br>My postman is no better.<br><br>He knows he sets off my dogs, but still insists on delivering leaflets for funerals and Sky Glass tellies. Whenever he brings me a parcel, I ask him: ‘Something interesting?'<br>‘I doubt it,' he replies, deadpan.<br>What's got into delivery men? 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And Lewis, who delivers my coffee beans from Coffee Plant on Portobello Road once a month, you are a life-saver.<br>The man who owns my local deli is also heroic, but says when he brings around my haul that he now feels ‘a little like your dealer'.<br>But I simply cannot overlook the men who just sit in their vans outside my house, eating (like smoking, it should be banned), refusing to hand  [https://evigetir.com/evdeneve/montaj.html EvdeN EVe naKLiYAt] over the goods as ‘there is still three minutes to go' until his break is officially over.<br>Or the delivery driver who wouldn't let me open the package from Daylesford to see if my drinks glasses had made it to me intact, to whom I replied: ‘My dad didn't fight the Nazis so that you can not have the balls to undo a box!' Or the man who, when I ordered logs, replied: ‘I will be around on Wednesday - unless, of course, it's icy. 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I told the man inside that him being a delivery hub defeated the whole object of online shopping.<br>‘I might just have well driven to a bookshop and cut you out of the equation entirely!' I told him, as he fumbled through hundreds of packages with all the speed of a dead snail.<br>‘I'm just a cog,' he told me, caring not one jot.<br><br>(It's the indifference that really riles me.)<br>Being deaf,  [https://evigetir.com/evdeneve/evden-eve-google-tepe.html EvdEN evE nakliYat] I misheard him. ‘At last! Some accountability! Thank you! You are, indeed, a c**k!'<br>Meanwhile, I can no longer buy a Phillips screwdriver within a 25-mile radius of my home.<br>Am I going to have to order one on Amazon?<br>Cyber-flashing? 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