it went a little something like this:
subject: shipping confirmation
(me: what the hell? i didn't order anything. what are they effing shipping?)
dear mr. drinksalot,
your order for 90 gabillionty pounds of chocolate has successfully been shipped.
(me: i didn't order any chocoloate. wtf, 1800flowers?)
the order should arrive today to:
the joseph
highrise, snooty office building
the loop
(me: WHAAAAAAAAAAT! oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no... heart. stopping. seriously!!!!!)
so yes, after a fraaaaaantic phone call to 1800flowers' customer service department, i learned that in october when i sent joe cookies for his birthday, i pre-ordered chocolate for valentine's day. allow me to repeat that. i pre-ordered chocolate for valentine's day.
i also learned there was no real way to prevent it from being delivered.
cue fraaaaantic email to the joseph. "um, well, so, yeah, um, well, you're getting chocolate from me today because i'm a stupid psycho fucktard who pre-ordered chocolate for valentine's day." pre. ordered. oh, and yes, pre-ordered and forgot about it.
ugh, universe, give a boy a break.
seriously.
posted by brett @ 12:39 PM
5 Comments:
This is literally so crazy! I cannot get enough of hearing this story over and over! Forehead slapper for sure!!
That is effing hilarious! I can't belive how organized you are, I wait till the last minute to do everything.
What did the ex say about the chocolates?
i am yet to hear from him.
silence certainly is not golden.
i wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry
in the end, i laughed
let us know what he says about the chocolates!
umm, if thats a problem, chocolates can be forwarded to 838 E. Have.... :)
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