I have made it known that I’m a “member” of the Shop’N’Ship community at Aramex in a previous post. I have made it known that I’m addicted to it, that I love their service level… that they’re on the verge of making me a poor man and yet I’m loving it.

All the love poetry I’ve planted in my head burned to ashes when I encountered the real urban legend CABLE GUY (Jim Carrey’s 1996 film). He’s a man who’s been delivering packages to me since late 2005. He’s also a small-potatoes client at the bank where I work.

My delivery destination was set to be my home address on the application form. I called in once to ask the delivery man to send ONE shipment to my work address due to the fact that no one will be available at home to collect it. That was a one time thing in May 2007.

They’ve been sending packages to my office ever since. The dude said that it’s easier to send it to the office because there’s a better chance that I’m at work than my parents being up and available at home to collect it.
His mind was set… and the decision was made.

But that… still… ain’t the problem.

Last week he dropped in two packages. The second one, he asked me to check that the contents were all there. He said that they accidentally delivered the package to someone else who refused to collect or pay for it.
The package was already opened.

As a joke, the “delivery guy” said that I don’t even have to sign for it cos the other guy already did.
(I should sue them shouldn’t I? Claim that I never got it)

I didn’t say anything. I figured that multinational companies handle email complaints far more effectively and I knew that a fucking ma3lesh from the dude would probably ruin my day after I cut his throat.

Now here’s what he did. He tipped himself four pounds out of my money. I mean WTF you know. Then he says… ‘I’m going to drop by tonight at your place after my shift to borrow a couple of DVD movies to watch’.

Un-fucking-believable!!
Motherfucker!!!

He’s not asking. He’s fucking telling me that he’s going to do it.
I was stunned!! Under normal circumstances I would have yelled, shouted, kicked… I would have savaged the motherfucker. But I was just stunned. He’s got balls… Only he doesn’t know that when you’re wearing a multinational company badge or wearing their uniform, you’re not speaking on your sick brain’s behalf only.
I told him to call me if he plans on dropping by and not just drop by.

He called me up 8 am three days later. I didn’t answer the phone. He drops by at the bank (no packages to deliver) just to tell me that he was dropping a package nearby and wanted to inform me that he wants to watch a new movie and that he already has Swordfish so he wouldn’t be borrowing it from me.

Then right before leaving, the shit-for-a-brain dickhead says ‘I have a film by Kevin Costner and Kurt Russel called 3000 Miles to Graceland… and it’s UNCUT and everything’.

I mean WTF????!!!!

PORN??!!! You fucking maggot!!!

I emailed them a day before about the opened package, but all they said was ‘We’re sorry and we’ll deliver all packages to your residential address from now on.’

Oh well…

Now here’s my question… I could so easily get this guy in trouble by calling and asking to speak to the manager who probably never saw my complaint. (Unlike what we do at where I work where email complaints are considered high priority and go directly to the CEO’s office. I’ve had my share of those.)
However… mesh 3ayez a2ta3 3eesho… but every time he drops by he stuns me with his intrusion on my personal affairs.

Uncut you dickless shit?!

I’ll just yell at him…
But what if he breaks my packages?

Should I call Aramex, complain, and ask them to sign a disclaimer that if I report damaged packages after signing for them that they would provide me with suitable and accurate compensation for damages incurred?

What the fuck is wrong with Egyptians? Once they have your cell phone number, they think they’re family? Friends?

A number’s a number… isn’t it?