H has a saying that rings particularly true this morning: Don’t underestimate the stupidity of others. Just when you think someone can’t be that dumb, it turns out they are even dumber than you’d imagined. I’m not joking. It’s 9 am. Here’s how my day is going so far.
About 2 hours ago the ringing of my mobile woke me. Blocked call. Curious. So I answered. It was British Airways. Did I have all of my luggage from December 17?
“Why, no, I’m still missing a travel cot. It went to the Repatriation Department on Dec 31.”
“Oh, yeah. Is it a Phil & Ted cot, packed into a black duffel bag, with like a little red Phil & Ted tag on the side?”
“Why, yes, yes it is,” I answered.
Guess what folks! My Fancy Cot just returned yesterday from another trip to The Continent! Seems it somehow made it from the courier service back to Heathrow. Then some kind soul put it on an airplane! Yes, I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true.
I was in a jolly mood after that, laughing at BAA’s complete incompetence. Until my groceries arrived. My first thought was: oh, shit. I really have to stop ordering groceries when I’ve been drinking. But no, my receipt clearly says that I requested Skinny Cow ice cream bars. And those are supposed to be bananas. Nice, ripe bananas. It’s kind of exciting here now. The Fancies don’t usually eat frozen and breaded proteins. Curious to see how the girls’ systems react to Common Food.
And yes, this is why I have trouble delegating responsibility.
