...sorry arse website
Last Friday, me beloved husband and I decide to order pizza for dinner. Within the body of that phone conversation, he says to me, "you know, you can order it online and go and pick it up."
"Wow, I think I'll do that," I say. I mean seriously, I don't have to pick up my phone and dial numbers to speak with someone...fantastic!! Far too much trouble to do that. Stupid people who still use the phone, what a bunch of....
Twenty minutes later, I've had to sign up on the freakin website fourteen times, and still cannot place my order for whatever reason. Finally, I give up and just click the store locator option so I can call store where I'm trying to place the order that I can't make online. Another fifteen minutes later, I'm still looking for the phone number to the store that is seconds down the road, but I can clearly see the address. Great feature Papa John's.
It's getting late and I'm still at work trying to order a pizza that I could have made myself by now and probably still saved myself some time. The sun is going down and now I'm about fifteen minutes late to pick Clare up. In addition to my pizza ordering frustration, now I'm thinking, Wow, I'm an awesome, mom. I've sold my daughter down the river for some cheese, ham, bacon and mushrooms. I finally find the number and call. It turns out the pizza is $5 less on the phone and it took about 13seconds to place my order. I could literally feel Charles Schultz's squiggly line fizzle above my head. All of this to say that I'm now getting spammed a million times a day at my work email from a website that I would like to kick. I cannot remove myself from the list no matter what I do. Papa John's is totally on my Delta list right now. But the pizza was really great. Stupid great pizza.
Oh, but I did find a fabulous new blog. I've expanded my blog stalking. I'm no longer local. Also, I wasn't aware that this week was supposed to be the week I delurked. Oh well, I have a whole year to recommit myself to coming out of the blog closet.