July 25, 2008

• Two Weeks Late

  I’ve been craving pot pies for the past good while now and I don’t know why. I’ve satisfied that craving via Col. Sander’s, Marie Currie, Stover’s and Jason’s Deli, but the craving has subsided.

  Several months ago, I won $15 in gift certificates to Schwan’s in a drawing at work. I have never ordered from them before and reading over the literature did not make it clear if I could order over the internet without first setting up an account with the local rep.

  Our Schwan’s guy quit, so we got a new one. Two weeks ago, I decided I’d cash in on the gift certificates. I order a single box of turkey pot pies. My understanding was that the pies would arrive this week, so when I left two weeks ago I thought “I’ll go on vacation and then the pies will come.”

  This was not to be the case.

  The Schwan’s man came around today and asked if I would like to order this week. I declined and asked him if my pies were on the truck this week. He said, “no, I left them here last time when you ordered.”

  “Well that’s odd” I thought and went off to check the freezer.

  We have on of those beer cooler type freezers with the lid on top, much like you’d see someone put beef or venison in to keep it for after the close of hunting season. I dug and dug but couldn’t find my pies. Several of the bags had people’s names on them, but there wasn’t a bag that had a single box that was pot pies. Even whester helped me look, but to no avail.

  Finally, I found a bag that belonged to someone else that had a box of pot pies. I went and asked her if she had order pot pies herself. “No.” she said. “Go ahead and take them. They aren’t mine.”

  When I went back and pulled the box out, my name was on the front.

  The whole time I could have had my pot pies for lunch, working through to get more accomplished…like I planned to do next week.

  • 2:42 pm
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