I went delivering to Damart in Bingley with eleven boxes of non printed scrap pads. I know from experience not to unload the boxes and then have to move them to somewhere else.
I walked into reception and she looked at me in my scruffy work clothes and for that briefest of moments seemed to think I was in the wrong place.
"hiya, I've got 11 boxes from cougar for you" 
"who are they for?"
"caraline"
"do you know a last name?"
"I'm sorry I don't"
"do you normally bring them in here?" 
"yes but I once had to leave them at the loading bay further on"
"ok well I think you should do that and I'll find out who wants them"

All was going fair enough since I had ignored her initial judgemental gaze since I knew I did have business here.

"oh could you sign my delivery note please"
"yes ok" she started to say more " although I dont know that they ARE in good condition as I haven't seen them"
I politely laughed as I thought she was just messing. 
But her face and slightly knowing grin told me that she thought that my not bringing them in was suspicious and I may have battered the pads in transit and maybe I was then standing smug thinking that I had conned her when she was thinking that she was onto me. 
In these few seconds I felt accused of trying to smuggle battered paper past this witch and she wanted to insinuate that I had not been successful. 
(come lift them out of the van with me- I thought, but said)
"come and have a look then if you want"
" no no no it's alright" which meant I couldn't prove her wrong. I left to drive to the delivery bay and was slightly annoyed. Why would I deliver something inferior which would only be rejected by someone who ordered it whether it was signed for or not. I mean she signed under the words 'received in good condition' but that stood for nothing really if the goods were in poor condition.
So her words echoed in my ears but I new she really meant
"ah yes you have made me sign my name to say that this delivery is in good condition but don't think That i don't know it's likely to have been mauled by kicked over the floor and smeared with excrement but I've caught you out, ah yes I've got you little man"
 And when I said "thank you, see you next time" what I infact  meant was "F- off"