A couple of months ago I arrived home from work to find a delivery of groceries on our doorstep. The thing is, we hadn’t ordered any groceries. Plus, they were from Coles, which isn’t where we get our deliveries from.
We brought the groceries in, put the cold things into our fridge/freezer and I rang the local store. It wasn’t them, so I rang another, then another. They checked and after a few phone calls back and forth, confirmed it had come from them (there had been a sticker with a code on it – no other ID). They said the delivery driver would be back shortly to collect the order and redeliver it. I was relieved, as it was obviously a family with young children and they probably needed the order for dinner.
Hours later, after 9pm when we were in our pyjamas and readying for bed, having given up on the deliveryman returning, there was a knock at the door. It was him – and after we gave him all the groceries back he had the nerve to ask us if we had returned everything!
I doubt they were ever redelivered. I imagine they just went back to the store which was very frustrating after all I’d done to try and get them to the owner.
Fast forward to today. This time we were waiting for our delivery. I could track the Uber Eats deliveryman (yep, for small orders Woolworths use them apparently) and watched him turn into our street on the tracking. I got up and went out to make sure the table was free to put the groceries on. I heard the phone chime to say the order was delivered but there was nothing at the front door and a walk around the house…nada. I rang the store and was told to ring another number. After being on hold for a while I got a lovely lady who rang the Uber controller, but that person could only confirm they were delivered to our street and they couldn’t contact the driver. The outcome…I could get a refund or the groceries delivered again tomorrow. The thing is, this order had our dinner supplies. I had nothing else defrosted or prepared for our tea.
The Hub walked half the street knocking on doors but the groceries were nowhere to be found. Obviously someone had taken them inside and were staying mum (they are just left on the doorstep – post-covid procedure).
I’m starting to wonder why I bother trying to do the right thing so much. It usually results in making life difficult for myself, and others don’t seem to even bother trying.
Have you ever wondered if Karma is giving you the cold shoulder?