Bizarre conversations with the council part 27b

[venta]

I just rang up Oxford city council to get us a new green-box to put the recycling in; ours has taken itself off somewhere on its own business.

So, the nice lady asked me for my postcode. I try to be helpful[*], so I spelt out the postcode in an O-for-Orange kind of way.

The following ensued:

Me: E for elephant.
NiceLady: Is that elephant or alephant ?
Me <too confused to answer sensibly>: Yes.
NiceLady: OK, elephant. What house number ?

Just.... eh?

[*]Yes, really. Sometimes I do.

Comments

[bopeepsheep.livejournal.com]

Ring them up and demand another one - the phone book has the right no. listed on the OCitC page IIRC. I do think you're right about the 'leave it empty if you don't want it' bit - the people that empty them are supposed to turn them upside down or put them back in your garden or something, once they've emptied them, but they never do. I occasionally have to retrieve ours from three or four doors down (ours is marked with large numbers and a sticker, as was the one that disappeared), and once it wound up in the next cul-de-sac along, somehow. (DH happened on it the next day when he went round to see someone.)