Normally I don't mind being got out of bed by a parcel delivery. It may lose me half an hour of sleep, but I get cool stuff to compensate, and in particular it means I don't have to find my way to some random parcel-company depot in Bar Hill a day or two later to get my cool stuff.

However, when the parcel turns out to contain the wrong item, I think I'm justified in being annoyed. I want my half hour of sleep back! (And my cool stuff, this time in the UK version.)