My jelly belly belly
Until now, I had never considered the jelly bean as a commodity item. I see them, I buy them, I eat them. The price point is a detail. In fact, for several years, I lived with a free jelly bean bowl, as part of the perks of office life. Doesn’t exactly lead to an appreciation of the value, when “all you can carry in your pocket” is the measure.
But now I live in the country, and getting (pretty much) anything means sourcing the item. I used to dream of a Costco run, until I had to pay the bridge tax. Don’t get into that detail, if you wish that I remain civil. We eventually found a local branch of the conglomerate, with an uneven supply chain. Feast or famine. Amazon picked up the beat, although even there.
Today, I was waiting for an incoming parcel, which never arrived. Seems that the Purolator driver felt his day had gone on long enough, so he dumped the remainder of his load at a depot and went home for supper. I received a cryptic phone call, just before supper, mentioning a box with my name on it, and sent out a text for a local delivery.
Meanwhile, that same local delivery had stopped into the branch office in the city; as a result, I now have what a younger spirit might label as “lifetime supply”. It’s not; I know my appetite. I have also contacted Amazon, mentioning how one of their couriers had dropped the proverbial football. Should be interesting to see how the corporation handles this incident. For now, my jelly bean stocks are at an all-time peak.
And as a postscript, Amazon now wants their parcel back. Using a preprinted label and my time and fuel to get it to a drop point. So be it.
