When life is like a Monty Python sketch

I ordered some shoes online last weekend and this evening at about 6:30pm a delivery driver from DPD turned up with the box. However when I opened the door he was looking at his device – the thing you sign to accept the delivery – with a concerned expression on his face and said, “Sorry, I’m not supposed to deliver this until 7:18pm. I’m going to have to come back. Bye” and off he went with my box.

At 7:18 exactly he returned and handed over my shoes.

How absurd is that? And more importantly, what a waste of time and petrol. It’s a bit like this Monty Python sketch.