Tuesday, April 26, 2022

It's About Time Delivery Drivers Stop Being Married to GPS


 THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE!

It's not even my stuff. I think it's someone else's stuff mixed up with mine and dumped alongside the road because it was after 10pm and the driver couldn't read directions and GPS lost my house 8 years ago. And she wanted to go home. Walmart says I can have my money back in 48 hours. Fat lot of good that does me.

I'm royally hacked off at a Door Dash driver named Mandy. My Walmart order was due between 9 and 10pm. It was late because the driver ignored clear written instructions because her GPS disagreed with them and assumed that I don't know where I live. 

GPS lost our house 8 years ago. Door Dash had a representative call me. I could barely understand her. English was not her native language. She told me I couldn't call the driver. She asked me if my mailbox number was 15123. I said no and told her the correct number, 13122, which was written on the delivery slip. 

The driver didn't call me. Instead she dumped my food in front of a row of mailboxes one of which had a few of my address numbers on it. She piled it all alongside the road in the dirt. I don't even know what road it's on. Walmart is going to refund my money in two days. Till then I don't have enough left in the bank to go ahead and reorder what I needed so we are stuck. Hope some hungry person finds the food.

My wife and I are both partially disabled and we don't have a car. So their delivery service is very important to us. I could tell from the Door Dash agent that the driver was mad at us. The agent hung up on me and I was being as polite as I could be. I did remove the driver's tip. 

Where do they get these people? I've had three similar incidents in the past 3 months where the driver apparently couldn't read written directions and got mad at ME for not being where GPS thought I ought to be. The picture above shows where they dropped it all off in the dirt on the side of the road. 

I look for it but I'm not sure where this is and it could be anywhere in a 6 block radius. It's late at night and we have coyotes roaming the neighborhood and car thieves coming down from Seattle because everyone is moving away from there to my neighborhood!

I tried calling Walmart, but they close at 11 and I got the picture above a half hour before closing time. None of the associates would pick up the phone. They too wanted to go home I guess.

Walmart has been a great help to us during all this CoVid hysteria. I just joined Walmart Plus to get their delivery service. I defend the leftists who attack Walmart and want us to go to rude Mom and Pop stores that charge us more money and are more inconvenient and less accessible to buy stuff. I'm a fan of Sam Walton's company.

Door Dash, however, has hired some wildly incompetent drivers. They need to do some training. Some of the guys are great and I always tip them well, but really. This is getting ridiculous. Someone needs to tell these snowflakes that sometimes the GPS is wrong and you have to use the phone or do some dead reckoning - use a little logic.

There are some smart ones. I had a young lady driver from Ranier Pizza who found us on her first attempt by seeing where the arrow pointed to our house in the middle of a wood showing no roads. She drove around two sides of the block, spotted our mailbox and took the one lane gravel driveway that leads all the way back to our house, turned right at the rock with 13122 painted on it and brought our pizza hot to the house. I tipped her handsomely. Sadly Ranier Pizza has closed. I liked their pizza and their driver.

It's a shame you can't request specific drivers. Some of the guys would have more calls than they could handle. Others would be out of work in days.

Well that's my rant. Sheila has to wait for a couple of days for the Rocky Road Ice Cream that is currently melting alongside the road somewhere in our rather large neighborhood.

© 2022 by Tom King

 

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