All’s Well That Ends Well

This subject just fell into my lap.  I was unsure what to write about and then this happened.  I am going to my daughter’s house for a little Superbowl get together.  I am meeting her future in-laws for the first time.  So, I really want everything to go well.  I am a bit nervous about it, but now I am pissed!

Last week on the 24th I called our local grocery store to order a vegetable tray and a fruit tray – a little healthy food beyond the junk food associated with the day.  I had a bad feeling so on the 31st I called to confirm my pick-up time for today.  They did not have the order!  I explained again what we wanted, and he said it would be ready at noon.

Today about 12:30 my boyfriend went to pick it up.  They didn’t have it!  He called to tell me this and I was livid!  He said he was getting a manager to speak to, and he would try to work it out.  So, I sat and stewed about it.  Until I saw him pull in the driveway and get the trays out of the back seat.  Instead of being under my last name it was under my first.  What a monumental F-up!  But it all worked out in the long runs or, as they say, all’s well that ends well!

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions #1