Instacart, how do I love and hate thee?
So the fam's under quarantine - no biggie, there's instacart to get the things we need! Right?
First experience, with the grocery store? No problem. Everything was there (or suitably replaced), and it was a pretty decent experience, albeit a costly one - but hey, under the circumstances beggars can't be choosers. Overall, positive.
...until today, when my infant woke up sick, and we were short on Infants' Tylenol. No problem! We have 2 more free deliveries and Instacart will do drugstore deliveries, too! So I place an order for 10 - only 10! - items, tip $20 to the person that's really doing me a favor right now, and sit back to wait.
Newsflash, Instacart shoppers: Infants' Tylenol is *NOT* the same thing as Childrens' Tylenol. Bringing me two bottles of Childrens' instead of the one bottle of each that I ordered is not a proper replacement (nor was it indicated as such on the order form).
So, now my spouse (closest to having their quarantine over) has to break quarantine to go get the baby his medicine, because someone decided to be stupid. I do not appreciate having to do something reckless, because someone else didn't pay attention.
/Grr
Also, siderant, FFS why do literally zero delivery people put packages on the table that sits next to my front door, raised off the ground and under the porch overhang? Every, last, single, one of them puts the packages on the ground (sometimes with the added bonus of being directly in front of the door so that I can't open it), where they're splattered by rain instead of being dry on the table. Is this really such a difficult concept that I need to put up a sign that says 'Please put packages on the table?' Like - it's right there. Literally, right there, not 8 inches from the door. RIGHT. THERE.
This message was last edited by the user at 22:28, Thu 20 Jan 2022.