Ive got a confession to make, the Jimmy Johns girl that always delivers to my house is my favorite person. I must start by saying she is the worst delivery person in existence if one compared her to a professional delivery establishment. In contrast, I adore her terrible service. Experience #1 with Jimmy Johns girl: I order the food, and she calls, beckoning me to come outside. I come, and she is parked 600 meters away. Instead of backing up to me, she motions me to walk to her on the hot asphalt. By God I did, and i did not care how much the blackness of the ground melted my feet in a nuclear frenzy; I was curious about this. I arrived to her car, and she reeked of the marijuana. She began walking back with me to my house, which defeated the purpose of me coming to her. She then responded with her obvious terror in delivery by saying I could not find the ladder to your house. Experience #2: Days later, the hunger settled within me. I ordered Jimmy Johns again, and this time, she came to the door, but forgot the food. I opened the door, and like an orphan, she just stood there smiling until she realized she had come empty handed. She rushed to her car, which again, was parked 600 meters away, and returned with the food, but no credit card slip. This experience took a whole 6 minutes, and she still could not find the ladder to my condo. Todays experience: Today, I needed a refreshing sandwich, and instead of resorting to misogyny, i opted to telephone the local eatery again. This time, she got everything right, but had a 7 minute conversation about how her life sucks because she couldnt drink last night. Its the little things.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 19:23:31 +0000
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