Very first world problems i know: But as a chronic illness girly, sometimes I have to order groceries to be delivered.
And my problem is this - why the fuck am I spending so much time marking specific substitutions etc if these stupid fuckin men (cause its always a fuckin man) don't even bother to do the substitutions correctly and instead message you 100 times asking about substituting things or just refunding half the order anyway???
I know there's a literacy problem that's only gotten and getting worse but like goddamn yall... to send a picture of the item clearly on the shelf and then argue with me about "its not here" open your fucking eyeballs bro
Like it would be more physically exhausting and detrimental to my health for me to go to the store myself right now, but the sheer mental agony of dealing with these fucking idiots is almost worse.
I'm not your mother or your seeing eye dog dude get it the fuck together and be the big boy you supposedly are and just do the task that you're being paid to fucking do.










