Because of the bank holiday store hours, the only delivery slot we could get for our grocery shop delivery was 9pm-11pm last night. At 7:30, we get a phone call from Tesco saying that their delivery truck broke down (again!!!!) and they had to bring our order back to the store. They were running 2.5 hours late. We could either wait up for it (until potentially midnight), pick it up tomorrow, or have it delivered again on Thursday. Not impressed, but since we couldn't do much about it, we agreed to have it rescheduled – even if it meant changing our plans for Thursday night. Blergh.
The night passes and we go to bed round 10pm.
At 11pm, we're woken up by somebody knocking on our door and calling on our phone. It's the Tesco delivery people. Magically, the truck got repaired but nobody bothered to tell them that the order had been rescheduled. The guys were falling over themselves apologizing about having woken us up (and I think I scared them in my slippers and bathrobe) but still, not on…
I called Tesco to bitch this morning and found out that our order was still scheduled for Thursday, which means that if I hadn't called to complain, we'd have gotten another delivery. While cool in theory, we don't have the storage space to keep it and a lot of it would have gone to waste.
Add that to the fact that our broadband was on the fritz last night and that makes for a generally shite evening.