An army of what, now?

So, we went to the mall to get someone some new pants and wound up in the Christmas section.

Yeah.  That one went out on Twitter with a caption of “If you complain once more, you’ll meet an army of *me*”.  Though the “me” was misspelt.  Dratted predictive text.

But yes…we found pants.  Pants are always good.  We also found a party dress, a top hat, a bowler hat, and some pretty sweaters.

We also figured out that if you hit Chinook Mall before noon on a Friday, you don’t have quite so horrid a shopping experience.  Parking is easier to find, to boot.

Had a little difficulty with my produce order this week.  The driver accidentally dropped off the wrong basket.  Since the offices were closed for the day, I emailed over.  Not sure if the he picked up the message from his dispatcher (or phone), or whether he just realized the difference, but we managed to get the right box swapped in less than 3 hours.  That is what I call great customer service.

I was a little anxious, as this is the week I splurged on free-range eggs.  Not something I’ll do every week, but definitely a treat!