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Its been an interesting few weeks, interesting in the sense that not doing much of anything isnt really something Im used to. Its already gotten to the point that venturing out to the Safeway pharmacy is one of the highlights of my week, the other being when Caroline brings groceries and we chat, properly distanced, in the carport. In other words, Ive been doing as instructed, taking care of myself by mostly staying home and mostly doing nothing.
Thus, I decided to reward myself with a treat: I called and ordered a pizza to be delivered. Scandalous, I know, but what the hey. Anyway, a half hour later the door buzzer sounded, the old one where the intercom was disconnected when the new fob system was installed (the system that allows me to buzz the door open for deliveries). Figuring that the driver wasnt going to hang around long I put on my shoes, switched to the portable oxygen, donned my face mask, grabbed my cane and headed down the long hallway and up the stairs, opening the door to find the delivery guy waiting with my pizza. After signing for the pie I pointed to the sign that directs people to the new keypad next to the door; he just shrugged and said he doesnt like those new things. He left, and I eventually figured out how to hold the pie flat while juggling the oxygen and cane. Got back to my apartment and sat down for a few minutes to catch my breath, then got a plate and opened the box, taste buds happily anticipating my treat. And it was the wrong pie. Nothing but cheese. Noooooo!
So, got on the phone, called the pizza place. She was very apologetic, said she remembered taking my order and would personally make the new pie. Half an hour later, phone rang, I answered and said Id buzz him in. Waited. When nobody showed, I repeated the bit with the shoes and the oxygen and the cane and the mask, and headed back down the hallway and up the stairs. And there in the foyer was the very frustrated delivery man, frantically signing to someone over his phone. Clearly, he simply could not hear the buzzer. He handed me a pen to sign the chit, and we both laughed when, on top of everything else, the pen refused to work. We got it sorted out. He did seem a bit surprised when I handed him a tip, so I dropped the mask a bit so that he could see me smile as I signed thank you. He left, and there I was again, juggling my way back to my own front door.
Gotta tell you, I dont think Ive ever worked so hard to get out of cooking a meal. At least theres only one plate to wash. But Im determined that my next reward will be considerably less strenuous.
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monmouth4
(9,691 posts)Totally Tunsie
(10,885 posts)You mentioned you had to sign for both. I'd hope, for all your trouble, the incorrect one would be free.
2naSalit
(86,496 posts)having someone else make dinner! When I get take out, I usually do because I don't like sitting a restaurant alone, I usually tell the server that it's their turn to feed me.