The verdict is in: Fuck Uber Eats. Their app is worthless. I went out for deliveries three different days. I had to call tech help in the middle of orders every single time. I just went out this afternoon to give it another chance and the very first order fucked up on me. I picked up the food no problem but then the app wouldn’t let me press the “Complete Pick Up” button. Oh, I could press it, but nothing happened. The thing is, you don’t get the delivery address until you complete the pick up, so I was stuck. Fucking tech help again, where I had to explain everything to the guy three times, via text, that the Complete Pickup Button was disabled.
This was the final interaction:
“Have you completed the delivery?”
“No, because, for the third time, the COMPLETE PICKUP BUTTON is disabled.”
“We’re sorry this is causing inconvenience for you.”
Two minutes of nothing while I sat there in the restaurant parking lot wondering what I was supposed to do … followed by:
“Would you like to complete the delivery or cancel the order?”
“Cancel it. And remove my account. This is ridiculous. Every time I’ve delivered tech help has screwed up on me. Unacceptable. I’m done.”
And he then has the nerve to come back with: “We have canceled the order and now you can continue with other deliveries. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
I closed the app and went home. Fuck Uber Eats, and sorry Kathy S, but your spaghetti marinara is delicious.
First time I encountered them was in a supermarket, and I enjoyed the fragrance enough to buy a bag. Turned out that a pleasant smell in a 75000 sq ft supermarket is not quite so nice in a 900 sq ft apartment.
My husband is fairly consistent about smelling them, thinking there’s something very yummy in the bakery, then being very disappointed to find out it’s the scent-soaked cones again.
Even more insidious, these are placed right to either side of the doors to get in the store. TBH, I worked in that store for a while, and if it’s not the seasonal pine cones, it’s the candle aisle I used to stock.
I know this is quite old, but re Miralax: Dweezil was diagnosed with encopresis at about age 6. He refused to potty train for ages; we finally got him out of diapers at 5+ by buying him a scooter, saying he had to get dressed to go outside and use it, and whoops, we were ALL OUT of diapers. A few accidents, then all was well, until he began soiling. Occasionally, then it was an everyday thing.
We broke down and put him back in pullups. Then I stumbled across a description of encopresis, and had an AHA moment. Basically there is a buildup of stool, that the kid cannot pass, but which lets liquid stool get by that cannot be controlled. The treatment is to clean things out (enema or Miralax) then they are on a daily dose of that (or lactulose, or milk of magnesia which the kid rightly refused) for however long it takes until the bowels are retrained.
Dweezil used Miralax for 3 or 4 years. We would mix it into juice the night before, and he knew to get his cup out if the fridge in the morning.
UPDATE: Got a call today from a detective with the Portland police. There has been an arrest made in my case, and they’d like for me to testify tomorrow morning before a Grand Jury. The suspect(s) will not be present, so there will not be any identifying of perpetrators involved.
Gotta remember to leave my Leatherman multitool in the car before going into the courthouse.
Please do. I love my multitools as well and if one is confiscated I’ll be lucky to ever see it again.
I lost one once going into an amusement park and I forgot it was in my pocket. I offered to take it back to my car but nope, they took it away. It was a nice one. And that was an amusement park.