The subject of the food delivery service has become a sore spot of late. Ma doesn't like the idea of someone else squeezing her tomatoes, and she doesn't like the idea of having to pay a delivery charge (even though the first 60 days delivery is free, and if she doesn't have to have her order this very minute, the delivery charge is five bucks)
As usual, Ma decided to take matters into her own hands. Remember OPD is a control issue. So Ma was going to show us and she waddled to the supermarket. According to Dad, it took a good couple of hours for her to make the two mile walk. Though you have to admire her ba...grit.
Ma did her shopping and then at the checkout told the cashier, the supermarket could deliver her order.
"They wouldn't deliver my groceries," she yelled at me during a phone conversation. She was very indignant and more so with me as if the whole thing was my fault. "I was so mad with them, I almost left the food there!"
It's hard to explain to her the food delivery service isn't really part of the supermarket though the supermarket lends its name to the service.
"After I picked out all my things and paid for them, they should have delivered my order!"
I'm pretty sure she wanted her order delivered for free, too.
"Ma, it doesn't work that way..."
"Well, it should! I want them to do it my way!"
Sing it, Frankie.