@hedgehog said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Fucking Instacart shoppers who keep texting my goddamn land line.
No, caramel pretzel yogurt is not a suitable replacement for the one my kid will actually eat. No, giant portobello caps are not the same thing as tiny criminis, and are not suitable for the recipes I needed the criminis for. If I ask for two packages of pretzel buns, because they come four to a package, I do not need two eight packs of shitty buns. A bottle of apple juice is not the same thing as juice boxes that go into lunches. Why would you even do that?
Part that really sucks is that it's rarely the driver delivering the order that has shopped it, so they can't do anything about it, and I don't want to short them on their tip because the in-store shopper was incapable of the task. The awesome boy who delivered my stuff should get the full goddamn twenty percent, not split it with the shopper. But really, Instacart should be paying people a livable fucking wage, and not basing it all on orders filled and speed of execution, and then trying to tack a dubious 'fee' on top of it that literally goes to none of the people doing any of the actual work.
I always sit down and really sift through my order to make notes, to mark things as 'Do not replace,' etc if I will not accept any substitutes, etc.
And I always zero out that fee and make sure I only do a tip.
But yeah, some of their shoppers are just terrible. I always make sure to email their support about the ones that are.