What the hell? On Saturday morning, we ordered groceries through Instacart, and we departed from the usual a bit because Saturday was the Penn State V. Ohio State game so we wanted some munchies and sweets and general enjoyable things to eat while we watched the game.
So the Instacart driver gets here and tells us he put things on the stove and the counter but not the microwave.
This means that all of our baked goods are nowhere to be found.
So we fix this by making another Instacart order and we got some other stuff Sunday morning, and don’t get me wrong, we’ve totally enjoyed it.
In the meantime though, we’ve used the microwave several times.
So John goes to make something to eat, and he reaches up to the top of the microwave, and guess what’s there?
The baked goods, or at least some of them.
It’s not that I’m mad at the Instacart driver, it’s just that I would have liked to put those away.
I think they’re OK to eat, but not sure since they’ve sat on the microwave, and the microwave’s been used since Saturday, which means they’ve been warmed up slightly several times.
Total blind moment.
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