I was woken up at 7 this morning. I was woken up by my partner exuberantly telling me—at SEVEN AM this morning—they had scored a delivery slot with our local IGA supermarket, for next Monday, and that we had an hour in which to shop before the slot expired.
Hence waking me up at that ungodly hour. Of course, they didn’t know what to buy. So I had to tumble out of bed, hair a tangled mess. Teeth unbrushed, eyes bleary, to stare at an iPad screen and scroll through endless ‘Oh I Would Love That’ options, wondering if, after ticking all the boxes, we would actually get any of it delivered.
Twenty minutes of furious scrolling later, we filled in all our details, went to the check out, and …
DRUM ROLL PLEASE!
Found out we have bought almost $300 worth of stuff!
Gee, Louise, do you thunk we’ll get it all? They told us AFTER we hit send and paid for all this stuff, that substitutions MAY be made. MAY? Or WILL?
I’m guessing WILL, will be the answer. I just hope we don’t end up like the woman who asked for a box of tampons, in Texas, and got delivered a box of frozen mini sausage rolls.
Like wtf … who does that? A guy I’m guessing. Mind boggling is what it is.
I’m just happy my partner will not have to go out again for some time, and do grocery shopping or, hopefully, any shopping.
And you? How are you all coping with the grocery run, or going to the pharmacy? Have you been able to go online and order, or are you trying to make do with what you already have at home?
Anyway, people, stay safe out there.