Thursday, January 31, 2008

I decided to try Peapod again on Wednesday. The last time I ordered from Peapod the lady driver would not bring my groceries past the front door, and as you can imagine or possibly have heard, that angered me greatly. Peapod and I had been getting along quite nicely up until then and they were becoming a regular part of my life. I always gave the drivers a good tip and then they would unquestioningly bring the groceries into the kitchen for me, until that one fateful day a year or so ago when the delivery girl refused to bring them inside. She said, “Actually, I’m only required to put them past the threshold of the front door. I was so mad I tipped her anyway just to get rid of her before I did or said something stupid.

As it turns out, she was technically if not appropriately right, and she also didn’t have to give me a reason why. It might have been the barking dogs, but for some reason I decided it was because she knew who I was and was not a fan. I guess it could have also been because she thought I was a pervert, but I swear to God, I’m only one if you want me to be. Most people just call it an enjoyable afternoon, anyway. Now that I’ve written that down and re-read it, I guess I can see why someone would be afraid to come in, especially a girl. Peapod sent two guys today, and everything seemed fine. I got my groceries in the kitchen, no problem, and made no sexual advances towards anybody.

My favorite thing that I got with my Peapod order on Wednesday was the corned beef and pastrami from Manny’s Deli in Chicago. They have a lot of cool local stuff at Peapod, and you can’t beat it for easy grocery shopping without having to brave the cold or wait in line. Maybe the delivery woman who refused to come into the house last time really was afraid of the dogs, maybe it was me, or maybe she was afraid that she couldn’t control herself. Whatever the reason, I wish somebody would have just apologized and sent me a coupon for the amount of the tip I gave. It’s not the money, it’s the principle. No matter now. I’m back with Peapod. We are like two peas in a peapod.