After a Wal-mart grocery delivery, you’re asked to rate your delivery driver. Nothing elaborate — not even accurate really — you’re just asked to give a thumbs up 👍 or a thumbs down 👎. No 1-5 scale… it’s a flat rate… good or bad.
When opening the door to carry in my grocery delivery yesterday, this is the first thing I saw:
If Perry would’ve just thrown a package of muffins up on the front step like that, I would’ve said something. But you don’t see Door Dash people to say, “Woah… dude… ya dumped my blueberry muffins!” You only give them a thumbs up 👍 or a thumbs down 👎 — and of course, a tip.
I worked for over an hour yesterday clearing off the sidewalk just for the delivery person. In return, this old geezer flings the bag containing my blueberry muffins to the step like David used his sling to project that stone and defeat Goliath. The muffins burst out of the container on impact and into a COVID invested Wal-mart plastic bag. Oh yah! I’m about to drop a big ole’ thumbs down, y’all. My trusty Nest camera caught it all.
And I also have an eye-witness! 🙂
TIL: (Today I Learned): 1966, the Procrastinators Club held a demonstration in Philadelphia to protest the War of 1812. Remind me to ask my Mom if she was a club member. 😉