I Want You To Know What Really Grinds My Gears
If you live in the UK. Right, when I am expecting a parcel to be delivered by the Royal Mail. Sat at the kitchen table drinking my coffee and I hear the sound of the letter box. Usually, I am there like a bat outta hell. Check the mail and there it is. The little note indicating I wasn't in for the parcel. Quickly opened the door and shouted the man that I am in. Turns out my parcel is at the Post Office. It is like why the hell would you lie to me and why the heck am I paying delivery if I have to walk five miles to the office because they are too lazy to deliver it. It is like argh!