Beyond the collar

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He came back in a huff. A ten minute job turned into twenty. I waited in the van and indeed he returned angry.

It was suppose to be a drop parcel, wait for delayed recipient, sign and go. Instead the receiver insisted he, the courier, wait to ensure that the goods within the nailed and secure plywood and pine box was not damaged. Damage happens. It could happen anywhere between the thousands of miles.

The receiver ordered him to bring it to the kitchen

His patience waned, his uniform became a mere shirt. He said, “You can make a complain and I can lose my job. But be careful of someone with only primary education and has made it this far. They know how to survive.”

They do. They always do.