Stuck inside waiting for FedEx

It's a beautiful day here in Paris. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, there's a real hint of spring in the air. And what am I doing? Am I out making the most of my last days in Paris? Am I having a coffee on a café terrace people watching? Am I skipping down to the Musée d'Orsay to have a final look at the Impressionist master pieces? NO! I am stuck inside waiting for FedEx to come round and pick up some boxes to be shipped home.
Don't you just hate the way any companies who deliver, pick-up, read meters etc give you a ludicrously imprecise window for arrival?
"We'll be there at some time between 11am and 5pm. We trust that is convenient for you Mr. Smith?"
No it's bl**dy well not. Gggrrr!