The Box
Just wanting to share one of the most frustrating stories of my life.
I was sitting at work bored out of my mind one day and I decided to buy some stuff over the internet, nothing special just some cloths. Now the wait began, I sat at home and waited until finally the doorbell rings. I run downstairs to open the door but the delivery guy already drove away and he left a box. Oh no not just any box, this was a gigantic ******* box that was obviously not mine. I only ordered a few things and I could fit inside this damn package.
So this is where the trouble begins, whoever the dick mouth that wrapped this thing should be shot. Layers and layers of sticky tape cover the box and I notice posting stickers from Japan... ******* japan? I ordered these cloths in Australia so I just assumed they would ship from Australia. Turn over the box and see London stamps, London stamp's!? Why the **** was this box sent to London and Japan?. I descend on the massive box with a pair of scissors in a desperate attempt to find out what the hell was in this box, my meek attempt was laughable at best as I could not make even a scratch on the titanium strength tape that protected this box.
Before long an hour had passed, my face is bright red from anger and embarrassment that this box is a most worthy advisory. I return with a large kitchen knife and again attack the box. Another half hour passed and still no success, sure I got a few layers of the stupid tape off but I was still not close enough. Running out of ideas I stood at the box stunned. I was finding hard to concentrate and think straight as the idea of being outsmarted by a stupid box was too aggravating for me to collect my thoughts. I was defeated, undone, broken by a stupid mammoth size box layered with iron tape...I guess I'm not very good at thinking outside the box.
I was sitting at work bored out of my mind one day and I decided to buy some stuff over the internet, nothing special just some cloths. Now the wait began, I sat at home and waited until finally the doorbell rings. I run downstairs to open the door but the delivery guy already drove away and he left a box. Oh no not just any box, this was a gigantic ******* box that was obviously not mine. I only ordered a few things and I could fit inside this damn package.
So this is where the trouble begins, whoever the dick mouth that wrapped this thing should be shot. Layers and layers of sticky tape cover the box and I notice posting stickers from Japan... ******* japan? I ordered these cloths in Australia so I just assumed they would ship from Australia. Turn over the box and see London stamps, London stamp's!? Why the **** was this box sent to London and Japan?. I descend on the massive box with a pair of scissors in a desperate attempt to find out what the hell was in this box, my meek attempt was laughable at best as I could not make even a scratch on the titanium strength tape that protected this box.
Before long an hour had passed, my face is bright red from anger and embarrassment that this box is a most worthy advisory. I return with a large kitchen knife and again attack the box. Another half hour passed and still no success, sure I got a few layers of the stupid tape off but I was still not close enough. Running out of ideas I stood at the box stunned. I was finding hard to concentrate and think straight as the idea of being outsmarted by a stupid box was too aggravating for me to collect my thoughts. I was defeated, undone, broken by a stupid mammoth size box layered with iron tape...I guess I'm not very good at thinking outside the box.
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