Penny for my thoughts

I recently ventured onto that new fangled Hinternet you hear so much about these days and ordered a gadget from America. "What kind of gadget?" I hear you ask. Well, alright, it was one of these. Having begun its journey in faraway Florida, it eventually made its way to the UK via a layover somewhere over the rainbow in Kansas, land of corn and tornadoes. Having been carefully prepared for its transatlantic journey and then freighted all those thousands of miles, it...errr...never reached me. Instead the eventual courier delivery driver ignored instructions on how to get through the gate at the end of my driveway and for reasons best known to himself, decided instead to deliver the package to a random house in in the next street. Without making any effort to tell me. This was on Thursday of last week and I only discovered this rather startling fact today, via the courier's rep on Twitter (fair play to him). Several lengthy phone calls had previously failed to extract any trace of my parcel from a thoroughly complacent distribution centre person and (a popular internet auction site) initially rejected my claim for compensation. Thankfully, said mega-site capitulated and reversed their decision this afternoon, within an hour of me ringing them to flag up the fact that the courier had admitted delivering the parcel to the home of a complete stranger in the next street.
I did contact with said stranger via a note through her letterbox earlier today. Naturally she denied receiving anything - make of that what you will.
The name of the courier in question begins with a 'y' and I think that is rather apposite on this occasion. They are already famed for their poor service and it was instructive to see them living down to their reputation so thoroughly. Avoid them like the bubonic plague if you possibly can!