Okay, so I just got my luggage. At 6:30pm.
I asked the courier guy to please write down the time that he handed the bags over and he refused. And he wanted his pen back, he tried to take it from me and I refused to let go and he was threatening to walk off, so I snatched the paper on which I’d written my name down. And he grabbed it back.
It was all quite ferocious and I thought we would get into a fight.
But what the hell? I only wanted the time so that I could claim it on my travel insurance. Why didn’t he want to write down the time? Why such shady business?
Earlier in the day, at 3:30pm. I got a call. The caller said we just tried to deliver the bags, you were not in. I said, I am here. He said then your buzzer isn’t working. I said, it is working. Plus you were supposed to call BEFORE delivering the bags and you didn’t.
He said, well, your bags are coming back to our office and you won’t get them till tonight. I said come on, give us a break. We’re tourists. We’ve wasted a whole day waiting for you (I lied, yes. Come on, I want my luggage!)
He said, well, if you knew we were going to call and you waited, then you wasted your time out of your own free will isn’t it?
What an asshole, right?
If they had called like they were supposed to, we would’ve been at the apartment waiting for the. We were so close. Only 10-15 minutes away on foot.
Right now, my opinion of Scotland people – particularly Scottish men, isn’t very good at all.
I’ve got my luggage, but yes, I’m pissed.