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Note to me: don't order groceries through UberEats.
So I put an order in for milk and stuff yesterday and wait for a confirmation of any sort. Does not come. Not from Uber, not from my credit card company, nothing. Can only conclude it hasn't gone through. And because I'm stuck inside and staples are running out, I put an order through Instacart, who acknowledge and update me and update again in case I want to add stuff, and put separate charges through for tax and delivery and everything else, that my credit card company informs me of in a spate of emails, which is a bit headscratchy, but fine. And text me when my buyer starts shopping and when he's finished and when he's approaching and when he's here, but better too much info than nothing at all. So all is copacetic though he forgot the scones, not that I need scones, and I put my 2 litres of milk away and go about my day.
There's a book supposed to be delivered yesterday or today, which I'm not sanguine about because rain all day on top of snow dump makes the streets unpleasant, but as the dark draws in I check my porch once again just in case. And sitting on the table by the door is a heavy Farm Boy bag with my Uber order. And finally an email saying they've delivered the order. Heigh-ho. But if I'd known I'd have four litres of milk I'd have asked for a different brand entirely because Neilsons does not cut it.
And what a good thing I topped up my card the other day because that wiped out the top up.
So I put an order in for milk and stuff yesterday and wait for a confirmation of any sort. Does not come. Not from Uber, not from my credit card company, nothing. Can only conclude it hasn't gone through. And because I'm stuck inside and staples are running out, I put an order through Instacart, who acknowledge and update me and update again in case I want to add stuff, and put separate charges through for tax and delivery and everything else, that my credit card company informs me of in a spate of emails, which is a bit headscratchy, but fine. And text me when my buyer starts shopping and when he's finished and when he's approaching and when he's here, but better too much info than nothing at all. So all is copacetic though he forgot the scones, not that I need scones, and I put my 2 litres of milk away and go about my day.
There's a book supposed to be delivered yesterday or today, which I'm not sanguine about because rain all day on top of snow dump makes the streets unpleasant, but as the dark draws in I check my porch once again just in case. And sitting on the table by the door is a heavy Farm Boy bag with my Uber order. And finally an email saying they've delivered the order. Heigh-ho. But if I'd known I'd have four litres of milk I'd have asked for a different brand entirely because Neilsons does not cut it.
And what a good thing I topped up my card the other day because that wiped out the top up.