Oh. Hey. I don't know if I want to eat the box of Kind bars that Katie W. put a hole in.
They have a lid you punch out. She delivered one punched.
Now, I can't say for certain when the lid got punched. Perhaps when she grabbed it in the store as she was thinking to herself, "I'm going to toss this guy's groceries down hard on his porch," she had given her grip some extra oomph, and that did it. Perhaps it happened when she dropped my bags onto concrete just before she turned on her heels and stomped off. It's hard for me to say. I can't read her mind, but the story her passive-aggressive behavior told is that she hated delivering groceries to my door, that's for sure.
I had FedEx deliver a 50 pound box. No stomping, no dropping, no passive-aggression. Weird.
I'd like to say a word about the quality packaging of Ocean Spray Cranberry juice bottles, as well as Arm & Hammer detergent. Slammed down hard onto concrete, one in each hand, and did not spring a purple/blue leak. ๐
Are the wrappings on all of the Kind bars inside of the lid-punched box okay, or did Katie W.'s behavior cut small holes in one or more of them? Should the customer require a microscope and a laboratory to inspect packages we're delivered by angry Instacart/Fred Meyer shoppers?
Hm. I wonder what the CEOs of Kroger, Fred Meyer, and Instacart would think of a delivery made to their door like this one. They should ask for Katie W.
I should go do something constructive, or I'll spend the next however many hours griping about this treatment until the people at Fred Meyer, open until 9:30 PM ET, yet ignoring me, decide to respond to another stupid, griping customer. Will we ever leave them alone?
#FredMeyer #Instacart #Kroger #Portland #PDX