They must be two of the most stressful domestic experiences. I know a lot of you probably think waiting for a parcel but they leave a card don't they so you can rearrange delivery or nip off to the office thing. Oh, yes, collecting from next door, that's up there with ice cream vans and window cleaners.
When the rubbish weather was around it altered my window cleaner's cycle. I used to know when he'd be here but now it's pot luck. So I was out looking at honeysuckle this morning when I spotted him up his ladder a few doors down. So now what to do? I was sensible enough to get cashback from the shop last evening but I only have a tenner, the windows are a bargainous £8 (I'd pay him that just to do my bedroom window - oi, sauce! Not in a Confessions of a Window Cleaner way). Add into the mix it's spitting with rain.
So do I do that funny "trying to attract your attention" dance when he cleans the living room window (he thinks I work from home, rather than just play Sim City 3000 on my computer all day). Do my usual trick of hang a small sandwich bag of cash onto the back door and hope the tenner doesn't get soaked and hope he gives me two quid back or pretend I don't know he's there and send him the cash later - he accepts cheques which is very civilised, far better than the previous guy who wouldn't accept a year's payment in advance, only called when I was out and in the end refused to clean my windows.
Why not just go out to him you stupid woman I pretend you cry. Well, he listens to music and I once startled him so much he clutched his chest so I'm not doing that again. It's all very stressful. Hiding isn't really an option either as the back wall of my house is a big window, there is nowhere to hide. Plus the rabbits cause so much kerfuffle when he shows up I need to be there to stop them wrecking the house more than they have.
Ice cream men are stressful for the opposite reason and makes them more like delivery men. You know they're coming but you don't know when so front door loitering is in order. But even when ready for it the arrival of the bingy bongy noise is still a surprise - then there's the problem of one shoe flying off when running out to the van, always happens. But as you know Sam and Christine promised to come back to talk about their leaflet so I can't even hang around my own front door in peace these days.