by Southampton Gull » 27 May 2011, 14:42
Well I now have my tickets.
A lady called me from the Club to say that Royal Mail tried to deliver it yesterday but as nobody was home they left a card.
Due to the fact I was in all day working from home with my windows and doors open and a gravel path on my drive that alerts you if a bloody robin walks on it, I was all ready to blame those at Royal Mail. Lady at the club gave me the barcode number which was useless at the local sorting office. I went to the sorting office and gave them my name and address to be told that strictly speaking without the card I had to have them redelivered tomorrow morning to the address on the envelope. I showed them my driving licence and asked them to check if they were there. After a few minutes she picked one out from the pile and asked me to confirm the address. "That's not the one on the envelope". Bugger. "Hang on a minute, is the right name on it?". "Yes" she said, "Is it my postcode?", "Yes" she replied, "Is it postmarked from Torquay?", "Yes" again, "Can I have my tickets to go to Old Trafford tomorrow please?" cue frowning woman, then she says "Just this once, I'll let it go", thank God for common sense.
So, Mark at the club who was the one who took my details, how does "Victor,India,Charlie,Tango,Echo,November, Alpha" come out as Victoria ffs :whip:
Got there in the end, thanks to the ladies who've dealt with my enquiries, most helpful and polite but let's hope the next time we are in this situation we attack it with a gameplan in place.
Well I now have my tickets.
A lady called me from the Club to say that Royal Mail tried to deliver it yesterday but as nobody was home they left a card.
Due to the fact I was in all day working from home with my windows and doors open and a gravel path on my drive that alerts you if a bloody robin walks on it, I was all ready to blame those at Royal Mail. Lady at the club gave me the barcode number which was useless at the local sorting office. I went to the sorting office and gave them my name and address to be told that strictly speaking without the card I had to have them redelivered tomorrow morning to the address on the envelope. I showed them my driving licence and asked them to check if they were there. After a few minutes she picked one out from the pile and asked me to confirm the address. "That's not the one on the envelope". Bugger. "Hang on a minute, is the right name on it?". "Yes" she said, "Is it my postcode?", "Yes" she replied, "Is it postmarked from Torquay?", "Yes" again, "Can I have my tickets to go to Old Trafford tomorrow please?" cue frowning woman, then she says "Just this once, I'll let it go", thank God for common sense.
So, Mark at the club who was the one who took my details, how does "Victor,India,Charlie,Tango,Echo,November, Alpha" come out as Victoria ffs :whip:
Got there in the end, thanks to the ladies who've dealt with my enquiries, most helpful and polite but let's hope the next time we are in this situation we attack it with a gameplan in place.
