I'm pissed. Really crazy.
- I found the coolest hippie-boots on the net, because I will be married in a forest in the morning at 13.00, but they did not come.
- I have called and called and called the post office every day since the boots landed at the airport in Copenhagen.
And I paid the vat lynhurigt, and ordered the delivery of a pakkeboks, so it could go quickly, but no one knows where the boots are..
- What is it for a service...
that was the gist of it from the nation! Sabine W on Friday at 13.00-the time, when she contacted the nation! to hear, if we could not call for her boots since the post office now evidently could not answer where they were at.
Sabine also sent various documentation for the case - and as you can see below, she has toiled and dragged to wring the boots out of the etaten.
the nation! then contacted the post office to listen to the boots - and suddenly was Sabine called up, of a postmedarbejder, who told that there had been a typing error and that the boots now being sent with express-hurry to Aarhus, and that she can expect to have them in the evening.
- I am glad, for I shall use them in the morning, but it is too bad that you should call for an Extra Blade to his post, says Sabine.