Showing posts with label delivery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label delivery. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Home delivery is my favorite


Why I love delivery...

Almost anything can be delivered here.
I love that.
I love that the vegetable man comes down my street, but I don't have to go down to him. I love that he will come up four flights of stairs and bring the tomatoes to me.
I love that I can order hummus from the mall and they will bring it across some serious traffic to get it to me.
I love that I have a collection of menus from restaurants who will bring dinner to my door.
I love that I can leave my ravioli at the grocery store and they will bring it to me--as long as I order some milk and crackers as well.
Ya.
That's right.

I went to the grocery store after eating at a restaurant and--as required--left my "shopping bag" full of leftover ravioli in the care of the guard at the door.
And then I completely forgot it.
When I remembered it at 8:30pm, I called the store and asked them to deliver me some milk, a few crackers...and was my ravioli still there with the guard? Would they, please, bring that, too?
It took some convincing. They wanted to bring the order in the morning. But it happened. By 9:30pm, I had my milk, crackers and ravioli.

Nice.
I love delivery.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Delivery


How else did you think the stuff got to the store?

Delivery by zebu, of course.

Friday, September 17, 2010

My tickets!!


Two exciting deliveries two days in a row!
Today my tickets to the Commonwealth Games arrived. They're so pretty.
I've been tracking them online, so I knew they were due to arrive today, but didn't know if they would really show up.
They did!

Sixteen days, two hours and five minutes to go...

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Cylinder order

A man showed up at my door today with a slip of paper saying I'd ordered a new cooking gas cylinder.
No, I hadn't.
He had the right address, right floor, landlord's name--but no, I hadn't ordered a cylinder.
I told him I didn't need it. I hadn't order it.
But yet, there was his piece of paper that said I did.
The cleaning lady who was in my house at the time, assured the man that, no, I didn't need a new cylinder, I still had gas.
And finally, he went away.
Then the cleaning lady laughed and said, "Why would you need a new cylinder? Where would your gas have gone? You never cook anything."
Smart aleck.