"Where's my order?" I checked more than once.
"We have so many...only two in front of you."
"They had to go to the back for the cold items."
"You're next," as yet another order wheeled by.
"Is there a manager inside?!" I repeated several times to the shrinking young man, pointing to the employee entrance.
"Yes, but you'll have to go in the front because you're not allowed through that door."
"Ya think?" By this time Amy'd completely taken over, so (we) walked over and banged knocked on the door.
A woman older than the delivery kids peeked out and, relatively calmly considering, I vented my grievance. I set off the door alarm when I followed her back inside but didn't care. I wasn't leaving without my 2% milk and sugar-free chocolates.
She'd been on lunch break so apologized, leaving to investigate while I waited where I shouldn't, mumbling LIARS LIARS; You sent me a text as employees swirled about Customer Service. I could be on YouTube now, what a horror.
Long story short, one of my 'bins' had been lost, "...but nobody bothered looking for it," she explained. I could have been sitting there all day; drove me nuts; and NOT what I needed after 3 days of battling the blues.
I escorted her back to my car, exchanging a 'thumbs up' with the woman in the adjacent space. During the walk I said I knew it wasn't her fault; apologized for sounding off; and thanked her for helping. She apologized again in return.
"Is it all there?"
"Yes."
"Where's the toilet paper?"
"It was not available."
"No substitutes?"
"I guess not."
I didn't panic, since earlier this year when I was faced with using leaves, a friend left a gift outside my door, photo above. I also found a 4-pack of Scott in the back of a cabinet.
Life is good.
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