Sometimes I have to repeat our address over and over again until I'm almost ready to just get in the car and point to the menu in person.
Sometimes I get rung back because the poor guy sitting in the delivery vehicle with a bag of hot curries on his lap (well I hope it's not on his lap but I bet they don't drive very large cars) is outside the wrong house.
This time, I said we only wanted one of the complementary boxes of rice, because the boy prefers roti with his butt chick.
Which is why they gave us three...
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Pity they didn't give you extra roti instead. I love roti..
Take advantage of the extra rice, freeze it and use it as a quick ingredient when making your own curry or fried rice or rice pudding or risotto or rice cakes or paella...
I love roti too. Damn, I didn't think of freezing the rice! We left the 2 extras in the fridge to make fried rice with the next night, but only ended up using 1 - so one got dumped.
Except I can never figure out what to do with the rice once it's frozen....
I am apparently so useless at annunciating my address/phone number and writing it down that we hardly ever get any mail and it ends up going all over the place, instead of to number 'fufty'.
That is why I do all I can to avoid making the call. I have someone else do it if possible.
A couple of times I wanted to go over to the neighbors and ask if they would call for me, but didn't
donnasoowho: you're going to have to learn to say "feeefteee", aren't you?
angela: that's what the boy does - makes me call 'em up.
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