Nope.
I don’t mean to complain, because I know she feels bad, but I just got chewed out for getting her the wrong box of Kleenex from the back room.
They’re the same Kleenex, just a different box. Just not
the box…
I have to get some decongestant for her, which I’m dreading, because she won’t go through the shopping app and tell me which one she wants. Sounds simple, but she’s a person who, if she were in the shop, would take 45 minutes and do an item-by-item compare before settling on something, after applying a host of criteria known only to her. It could be the active ingredient as the decider, it could be the color of the box.
One thing is for certain…whatever I pick, it’ll be the wrong one.
I’m in store for a helluva week.