Last year, I was lucky enough to get some money, which meant I could buy myself an electric scooter. As I don’t drive, being able to get around town on my own was quite the experience.
One day, I decided to take my scooter out to a fast food place so I wouldn’t have to pay for delivery. I ordered on my phone, drove over, and went inside to get my food. It was in the middle of the health crisis, so there was nobody else inside.
I told the cashier that I was there to pick up an order. Without any more information, she went to the back and put some stuff into a bag. Maybe I was their only pickup? Then, while I watched, she put the bag on a counter and left.
Thinking she was just getting something from a part of the kitchen I couldn’t see, I waited… and waited… and waited. During this time nobody else came in, and it didn’t sound like they were busy. Finally, she came back out, grabbed the bag — without adding anything to it — and put it on the counter in front of me. Then, she tried to hand me a piece of paper.
Employee: “Here’s the address.”
Suddenly, I realized what happened. I’d taken my helmet in with me so it wouldn’t be stolen.
Apparently, she saw it and assumed that anyone coming in on a scooter or bike must be a third-party delivery person. Why she made me wait so long if I was meant to be delivering, I’ll never know.
After I shyly pointed out the issue, she was very apologetic and got me my proper food. Thanking her, I went back out to my bike and checked that I had everything… and realized she didn’t give me any of my dips.
Dippy Delivery
Last year, I was lucky enough to get some money, which meant I could buy myself an electric scooter. As I don’t drive, being able to get around town on my own was quite the experience.
One day, I decided to take my scooter out to a fast food place so I wouldn’t have to pay for delivery. I ordered on my phone, drove over, and went inside to get my food. It was in the middle of the health crisis, so there was nobody else inside.
I told the cashier that I was there to pick up an order. Without any more information, she went to the back and put some stuff into a bag. Maybe I was their only pickup? Then, while I watched, she put the bag on a counter and left.
Thinking she was just getting something from a part of the kitchen I couldn’t see, I waited… and waited… and waited. During this time nobody else came in, and it didn’t sound like they were busy. Finally, she came back out, grabbed the bag — without adding anything to it — and put it on the counter in front of me. Then, she tried to hand me a piece of paper.
Employee: “Here’s the address.”
Suddenly, I realized what happened. I’d taken my helmet in with me so it wouldn’t be stolen.
Apparently, she saw it and assumed that anyone coming in on a scooter or bike must be a third-party delivery person. Why she made me wait so long if I was meant to be delivering, I’ll never know.
After I shyly pointed out the issue, she was very apologetic and got me my proper food. Thanking her, I went back out to my bike and checked that I had everything… and realized she didn’t give me any of my dips.