The Blame Game

Oh... So now you think I asked someone to collect the modem from you...

"This is very strange. Obviously a man came in on Friday night, asked for a modem to be picked up and when the receptionist showed him the parcel with your name on it he said that it was the one. She thought you had asked a friend to pick it up for you.

The man was dark, about 25, spoke english and looked european. Can it be someone you know?"

Very good description. This will include so many people I see on the streets.

Hello... If I asked someone to collect on my behalf, I would even turn up on Sunday evening. What? Do you think I want to cheat you of a modem? Come on. I can't even use it back in Singapore. I'm on cable, NOT ADSL, for goodness sakes.

Only three people including myself know that I'm getting a modem.

(1) Me
I speak english, but I'm not dark, nor do I look 25. And I certainly do not look european. So it cannot be me.

(2) One Angstrom Personnel
Yup. Right age. European. Speaks english. But not dark! Plus he didn't even know the modem was ready for collection. Heck, I didn't even find out until Sunday. Nope. Not him.

(3) The Email Sender Himself
I don't know how he looks like, but from his name, I can infer that he's european. And through our phone conversation, he definitely speaks english. So it's him? I don't think so.

It looks like they were too lax in terms of handling the parcels. Since it had my name, they should at least verified that I was the person collecting the parcel, or I had authorised the person to collect it. How could they have given it away like that?

And so I replied that I don't know anyone like that.

Hey! I really don't! Most people I know here are fair. And most people I know here don't even know I'm getting a modem!

"OK

It seems we will not find out who the mysterious man is. I will order another modem."

At no further charge to me I presume?

I replied to inform them that this time I will personally go down to collect the modem (Of course I would! Who would I ask to collect on my behalf?), and show them proof of identity if needed. This way we can ensure that the new modem will land up in the right hands, namely mine.

Sigh... Why do these bad things always happen to me?