Ordering, in nearly every sense of the word, is not something I do often these days. We seldom go out to eat, and I rarely order things online. Thanks to birthdays and the ensuing influx of a little birthday cash, both have happened a little more than usual lately, and in every scenario the results have been terrible.
It all started on my birthday, when we went out for lunch and it took repeating our order THREE times for it to finally come out to us an hour later and ice cold. I'm almost certain I got a mild case of food poisoning from it.
The next day, I went to grab a coffee at Starbucks before getting groceries. There were very few people inside, but my order was still forgotten until someone noticed me awkwardly waiting for my macchiato.
I ordered a shirt online, and when it came it was the wrong size.
I ordered a shirt from another company. I'd been eyeing it for months, and when it finally was back in stock, I snagged it. It of course arrived with a gaping hole in it.
I was feeling under the weather the other week, so I ordered my groceries online. I went to pick them up, and they loaded my car and went over the receipt with me. Everything looked correct. Once I got home and unloaded the groceries and got ready to put them away, I realized they had given me the correct receipt but someone else's food. Some of our food was there, but several bags clearly belonged to someone else. I called them, and we went back and straightened it out. They let me keep the food that didn't belong to us. For once, an order gone awry finally worked in my favor, because that left me with two free boxes of donuts that someone else ordered.
Also free was a bottle of Excedrin. And let me tell you, that was timely because after all this chaos I had quite the headache.
Last week I decided to shop in the grocery store instead of ordering online, because if you want something done right, you do it yourself. All went well until I got home and realized I never brought home the bananas I paid for. I did, on the other hand, discover that Gracie stole an applesauce pouch.
It all evens out in the end, right?