[Posting for
@Flag to
@Nace Bilby -- Your gift is in the story below.]
@Heather Said:
(For Nace Bilby. I couldn't figure out a different IC means of getting this to you. ^_^; )
"Yes. There was a tacking number. That was the number I gave you."
"Yes, that is the correct address..."
"But how can it be 'delivered' if the person it was going to hadn't received it."
"No. It's a residence... yes, I paid insurance, I..."
"If I find out who you are, I'm going to stuff you in a blender."
Flag threw his phone across the room as frustration took over. How was it that he could handle face-to-face interactions with the strangest of folks and be fine, but get a single plebian on the phone and he was ready to lose his mind?
He had gone to some length in order to obtain a rare first edition, signed, copy of Call for the Dead by John Le Carre (
Call for the Dead by John Le Carre, First Edition, Gollancz - AbeBooks ) for a client. A wealthy moron that demanded the book be shipped specifically by this company, on this account, to apparently the wrong address - just to avoid a face to face conversation with him.
Flag shook his head. The address on the paperwork matched where it said it was delivered. The old geeser could deal with it from this point on. He was done. "Hope whoever ended up with it, likes their present."
