What's leaking out of the box...? Ah, rancid jelly. Yum.
Allow me to exaplin. I got a $10 amazon gift card a couple weeks ago from signing up for an offer thingy towards the free iPod deal. (Which, by the way, I'm just waiting to receive my order though my Love is trying to get one too so if you want to sign up, please use this link.) Anyway....I took the opprotunity to get myself something I really like and haven't had in like six years. Muscadine Jelly.
Back when my Love and I first met, we had to evacuate for a hurricane. We got in the car, started driving and ended up at Callaway Gardens. He had gone there as a kid with his family and remembered it was really nice. (Turns out it was. Peaceful, beautiful and hilly - it's in Big Pine Mountain, Georgia.) Anyway, they have something there that you can't get anywhere else. A type of grape called muscadine that they make into jelly, syrups, preserves, sauces, etc. It's really quite yummy. We brought back a few jars but ended up giving them away to everyone we knew - leaving us with none.
Flash forward six years later, and there's a way of ordering it through amazon.com and here I have a $10 gift certificate. An opprotunity too sweet to pass up.
A knock on the door today reveals a UPS driver and a package for me to sign. I couldn't remember what it would be until I saw the Callaway logo on the box. But something was wrong. The box was wet and something clearly had seeped out from within. Uh-oh. Turns out, when I opened the box, the jar of jelly was shattered inside.
ew.....it's packed in this decortative straw that clearly must have looked better before the jar broke
And, it further turns out, that a jelly made from a type of grape, when traveling in hot trucks and through Georgia and Florida (where it's still in the mid 80's outside) gets rather rancid if the jar seal is broken and the contents are left to, well, kinda blob there for a couple days.
For the record, it should have looked a little something like this:
So, I called the 800# on the box and explained that it arrived broken. The lady said she'd call me back. Several hours went by and I hadn't heard from anyone, so I went ahead and called again. Spoke with a really nice, older Southern woman who was happy to take down my information and send me another one. Poor woman though had the damndest time trying to write down my address though. Everything from "T-u-r-n-e-r" was too much to the street name, the city, etc. Heh. Oh well. It's worth ten minutes of slow, repetative spelling if I can get my muscadine jelly!
Anyway, that's my story for the day. Thankfully, trash goes out five nights a week so I can toss the stinky box out tonight. (They do a vallet pick-up here where you just put it outside your door between 7pm and 9pm and they pick it up for you. Love loves it since taking the trash to the dumpsters used to be his duty. Also, since it's five nights a week - excluding Wednesday and Saturday - the trash doesn't build up to several bags like it used to sometimes.)
Oh yeah. And one more irony of the day? I finally was ready to use my master bath tub and enjoy a good soak. All set, right? Start filling the tub and....crap. The plug doesn't properly work. It won't hold water. All that build-up, waiting.....and it doesn't plug properly. D'oh!
Today clearly isn't my day for the simple pleasures in life. Heh.
~ castles of sand by Memory and Dream
at 10/25/2004 05:12:15 PM ~
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