As he lurched forward his liftgate flew open, and his groceries tumbled out…yogurts smashed, cherries and assorted fruit rolling in all directions, meat packages ripped, jars broken …it was fn glorious. I stepped over the carnage and DID not stop to help. Karma, baby, karMA.

It’s been a while since I’ve flubbed an email reply. This was a mild one. Still embarrassing. But a good reminder. Have you done this?

And I check, but I already know what I did - I replied to the wrong person. I apologized to her: “I’d never email this to the farm - I’m just negotiating vegetables with hubby. Which I probably shouldn’t do at 2am”.

I get a very sweet email from the farm owner, saying in essence “Can we help?”…😳

at 2 AM,
I get what I thought was an email from M., listing the veggie array of the week. On autopilot (because 2 AM) I reply to “M.” in my usual shorthand: “Not awful, but what are the subs?”. Next morning…

Ick. And, who carries cash anymore?

Amazing! Not what I would have guessed would be the result. Kudos to the shareholders.