when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank
they’re married now
I went to take a catering order for today and it went all fine and dandy since it was on my way home and all and then I get to the model home, because housing developments, and THE FUCKING BAG BREAKS. I shit you not. The bottom of the bag fell out and half their order was lost. Luckily the guy saw it happen and was as shocked as I was about it. He still tipped $20 and I told him we were going to give him a discount of some sorts on his order for tomorrow and he was totally fine with it. BUT I feel like a complete idiot.