Let’s start with a slight update on that dairy issue…or maybe some background?<\/p>\n
Milk delivery still exists. The milkman isn’t a cheerful fucker who leaves you little glass bottles [and sometimes little nine-month timebombs, if I’m not confusing my stories here] anymore, but they do still exist.
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\nWe started getting milk delivered back when we lived Where it Rains INSIDE — one upside to the place, I guess. The company that delivers the milk also makes the milk. They have a bunch of local dairy farmers that produce the milk for them, actually, and that milk gets turned into some of their other products. They also have bread, eggs, cheese, and a couple of different kinds of juice. And buckets of cookie dough. Usually, I get a card on the last delivery day of each month for the next month, so I can leave it out in the milk box and let them know what I want, if what I want is different from the standing order.<\/p>\n
They only deliver within a certain area, and there’s some super-spiffy stupid thing about it being antibiotic and hormone free. I guess that’s a big deal for some people.<\/p>\n
So, it’s fresh and natural and stuff. And, occasionally, it’s cheaper than milk in the grocery stores. Also, it’s probably cheaper than comparable milk from grocery stores — and, since I’ve never seen milk in our local grocery store that claims to be all natural [and undiluted, fucking watery crap], I guess it would be cheaper, just based on gas prices….<\/p>\n
Shortly after we moved, we started having problems with being overcharged for milk, and getting entirely the wrong sorts of milk — royal rich instead of regular, ‘the special cheap stuff with the star on the cap’ instead of regular. I complained a few dozen times through their email form, and eventually couldn’t get anything more done.<\/p>\n
So, I had Gremlin call.<\/p>\n
The deliveryman was fired.<\/p>\n
Yay.<\/p>\n
Just recently, there was this whole thing where the fucker just didn’t fucking stop. And that was after he pulled that whole thing where he left me royal rich when I didn’t fucking ask for it….<\/p>\n
If you’re curious, “Royal Rich” is just ‘overpriced milk that goes bad twice as quickly’.<\/p>\n
After that, and the ‘not stopping’ thing, I had Gremlin call again. They said they were sorry, and that they’d drop off what we wanted the next morning.<\/p>\n
They didn’t.<\/p>\n
They also said we wouldn’t be charged.<\/p>\n
We were.<\/p>\n
Luckily, there was an excuse to call about that. See, on Monday — when I assume we’d gotten a new driver again — I not only put a little ‘1’ in the ‘gallon whole milk’ box, but I put a ‘1’ in the ‘eggs’ box, too.<\/p>\n
This time, when they said they’d send the eggs out the next day, they actually did.<\/p>\n
That’s something like improvement….<\/p>\n
The day I got the eggs, I also got a call from the doctor-that-isn’t-mine letting me know that there was ‘good news’ for me. That call came in at seven, but I didn’t actually get it until around one, when I woke up to haul the trash can thing back up from the near-middle-of-the-street, where the trash people left it. I should really complain at them, but I don’t think they’re smart enough to care….<\/p>\n
Lucky me, the ‘good news’ is that I get ‘The Ring’. But I still don’t know what the fuck is going on, so I assumed I’d get another call at some ungodly hour when I’d be wanting to sleep. Like, y’know, 7am.<\/p>\n
I was right, and there was better news<\/i>. Sorta.<\/p>\n
The better news is that I don’t have to go in to learn about which hole and how and all that, so it’s actually being mailed to me.<\/p>\n
The not so good news? I’m almost out of soda. That’s should explain everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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