Mostly what matters is they did pick it up and deliver it. The fact that the pair of drivers would be right at home as the top salesman working at a pay as you go used car dealer with 40% interest on the 100 down and 100 per week payment plans for rusted out pieces of shit was of little consequence.
You're late, you lied about when you would show up.
We lie to everyone. It is a window.
No, a window has a start and an end time. You are an hour past the end time.
We are 15 miles away.
Great, depending on which 15 miles that is, it could be at least another hour and I know your GPS is telling you that.
We are 15 miles away.
Ok, where are you then?
On the 15 heading north.
That is at least an hour and a half.
We are 15 miles away.
Fine, see you when you get here.
As much as I wanted to give them more than a bit of grief, I didn't want to delay the delivery or risk them taking it out on the rig.
Had it been my rig and me paying, I would have explained that we have a mutual level of trust under which we are both obligated to live up to our ends of the agreement. You don't lie to me and I won't lie to you.