We Have Our Refrigerator

At about 3:45PM on Tuesday afternoon the delivery guys came to replace our refrigerator. They were supposed to be there at 3PM. Actually, they were supposed to be there at 5PM on Monday, then between 9AM and 9:30AM that morning.

Carlos was in meetings most of Tuesday morning, but every hour or so he would text me asking if the fridge had arrived yet. No. Not yet. Still not here. Nada.

Around 1PM Carlos went to the store to complain. He told the manager that yesterday they had told him that the fridge would be delivered between 9AM and 9:30AM that day and that I had been waiting all morning and no one had arrived. So the manager called the delivery guys (on a radio or walkie talkie) and apparently the conversation went something like this...

“You were supposed to deliver a fridge to this address this morning.”
“Oh, you never told us about that delivery.”
“Yes, I did.”
“No, you didn't, it's not here on the schedule.”
“I did. And I have the client here with me.”
“Well, you still didn't tell us.”
“That doesn't matter, can you deliver the fridge this afternoon?”
“Sure, we'll be there around 3PM.”

OK, so this is a secondhand conversation that has been translated from Spanish, but that's the gist of it. The delivery guys arrived at 3:45PM and replaced the fridge within 10 minutes. The second they left I wiped down the fridge, inside and out, and sent Carlos a message to buy me butter (for the past week I've wanted to bake a cake – we have all the ingredients except for butter because there was nowhere to store it).

He wasn't able to bring the butter. He stopped at home after his afternoon meeting, but then had to go back to work for an hour before his evening meetings. However, he had stopped at the municipality to ask about the internet. My next task is to wait for the internet inspection.

They will be by between 8AM and 8PM on Thursday.