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I dream of delivery

It’s all snowy and blizzard-ry outside in Chicago. Snowtorious BIG, Snowpocalypse, Blizzaster (or whatever else we’re calling it) is underway.

The view from my window screen. Except more blustery and snowy.

I’m snuggled up next to my iMac, feeling cozy and somewhat sentimental. So, I feel a need to profess my love. And give credit to happiness where it’s due:

I love you, Peapod.

You’re always there. You let me order groceries online when I have a busy week. You bring my food to my door when it’s too cold to go outside. Major crush.

Thanks to the internet, we want everything immediately. You can, however, get a lot of things delivered in Chicago. The typical stuff—like flowers or food from pretty much any restaurant, for example. But we’re not as far along as say, New York, in terms of what can be delivered.

Here are the top five things I’d want delivered to my door in a dreamy snowstorm world:

  • At-home manis/pedis: Some days, I could use a nice mani/pedi to lift my spirits or make me feel pulled together. But I don’t want to leave the house. And let’s be honest, it never looks as good when I do my nails myself. Enter a fancy at-home service. I actually think there may be such services, but they’re only for groups like bachelorette parties.
  • Sundries via Target: I would go completely broke if Target had a home-delivery service. Sure, you can order things online via their website, but you can’t get everything online. Or even the next day without paying a fortune. Like cheap bottles of wine, almonds, Q-tips, Method hand soap. I would spend my paycheck in the winter on this service. Target, can you hear me?
  • Tasty organics at Trader Joe’s: Same as above. I’d spend a fortune, but it’d be good to have an alternative to Peapod. Especially one that offers crazy cheap, organic and delicious goat cheese, hummus, pizza, soups, wine and frozen deliciousness at my beck and call.
  • Booze: Some nights when I’m making dinner, I’ll have a specific wine in mind to pair with food. Or it’s late at night, and I want a nice night cap and nothing sounds savory. Can’t someone deliver the booze I want when I want it? (Realllll booze hound-ish, huh?)
  • Brunch: Ever notice tons of restaurants deliver, but no one delivers brunch? Sometimes, it’s too cold or you’re just too hungover to walk a few blocks to get eggs cooked by someone else. I can haz eggzz, hashbrowns and blood marys delivered?

That’s just me. What delivery dreams do you have?

If you’re in Chicago and it’s Peapod you’re dreaming of, you’re outta luck for tomorrow. 😦

Hope you stay safe, warm and fed the next few days, Chicago.



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Trapped in the parking garage

Driving in a parking garage makes me feel how I’d feel if I were R. Kelly in the “hip hopera” Trapped in the Closet—confined in a small, dark space and slightly embarrassed about my performance.

The confinement part seems to be the worst. And also the feeling that you might spiral into the depths of hell if you miss the Exit sign.

Parking garages always seem to be disappointing ends to any adventure. For example, I love grocery shopping and our weekly pilgrammage to Trader Joe’s. However, this trip usually ends in one big clusterfuck of honking horns, brake lights and exhaust fumes. The euphoria of cost savings quickly evaporates the moment Joe starts yelling at the car in front of us. My mortification also ensues.

I also recently witnessed a coworker’s breakdown inside of a parking garage. Abby was calm and composed as she spent 10 hours walking participants through a usability test. If you’ve seen her poker face during these tests, you’d be convinced that her composure is an art form. She cracked the moment she tried to leave the parking garage. I took pictures.

Parking garage meltdown

"Please wait for assistance. Please wait for assistance. Please wait for assistance. Please wait for assistance."

The machine wouldn’t take Abby’s credit card. And neither would the next machine. After pressing the help button, the machine repeated, “Please wait for assistance. Please wait for assistance. Please wait for assistance. Please wait for assistance” for at least three solid minutes. Finally, a woman who clearly was working from another city, state or country comes on over the speaker and tries to soothe Abby’s frustrations. We finally were allowed to exit after trying two more machines and being coerced by the office manager to come inside and pay. Exasperated sighs all around.

Parking garages are another reason I don’t drive often. That, and the fact that I can’t park. My friend Jo/Johanna/joinseattle reminded me today of an angry napkin note that someone left on my car in college that said “Learn how to park!” We reminsced about this after she told me about the website www.youparklikeanasshole.com and pondered whether the creator of the website is also the author of said note. See, parking does make people lose it.

Thanks to Abby for humoring me and letting me post the photo. I only wish I would have had a voice recorder..hehe.

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