Don't remember when this weird habit began, but i'm on a constant subconcious observation effort to note if the weather on SUNdays are, in fact, really sunny. so far, inconclusive records are in support of my hypothesis: in Singapore, sundays are really more likely to be sunny than not.
well, today was an exception.
looking out on the blurry cityscape bathing in the roaring storm, i'm reminded of a childhood rhyme: "rain, rain go away, come again another day, little children want to play..."
well, those little children who used to want to play on rainy days would eventually grow up into big adults who just want to curl up on the couch in front of the TV and vegetate, only moving to open the door when the long awaited fast food delivery arrives.
home delivery. the perfect answer to "what's for lunch/dinner?" on a lazy, drizzly sunday.
having happily found the number to call and chosen a certain "couple meal set B" from *FC's website, the obstacles that laid between us and our set meal B proved to be daunting beyond expectations.
line was busy during the first few attempts. understandable, and actually kind of oddly reassuring to know we're not the only indolent homo sapiens consuming junk food. after like 20 tries, we still refused to give up.
the 21st attempt proved to be successful. yay!
"welcome to *** delivery hotline. to place an order, please press 1."
so i did.
"Sorry, all our customer service operators are busy. *silence for 20 seconds* Your call is important to us. Pleas hold the line."
wow. here comes the real battle. i'm so glad i've had ample endurance training from trying to reach that elusive bank/telco customer service operator! those days of waiting on speaker phone, listening to endless repetitions of the same irritatingly pleasant music, and limited variations of recorded messages that try and keep you entertained but really just makes your blood boil coz the more they say "your call is important to us" the more u'll think "yeah right, if my call is important, i wouldn't be hearing YOU tell me that, recorded woman voice." ah...such fond memories. these are now proving useful in my quest to place a home delivery order.
"Please hold the ----- *silence*"
what?! has my line been cut off? i waited. and waited. nothing.
ok. patience. try again. after another series of unsuccessful tries, we got through again. pressed 1.
"Sorry, all our customer service operators are busy. We are unable to attend to your call in the next 8 minutes."
oh? 8 minutes? no problem! i'll wait!
after 8 mins...
*ringing tone* "Hello, welcome to *FC delivery. can i have your postal code please?"
"Oh, so sorry, we're unable to deliver to your area now because of the heavy rain."
i looked out of my window. by that time, pouring rain had turned into feathery droplets gently falling from the grey sky.
"Yes mam, i'm sorry."
aren't home deliveries supposed to be busiest on wet days precisely because customers don't wanna leave their homes to brave the rain for their next meal?
of course, i'm not saying that delivery crews should risk their lives for lazy people like me, but unless there's a raging thunderstorm or hail, a light drizzle shouldn't stop a multinational fast-food chain from satisfying its hungry customers, no?
i do hope the home delivery service at *FC improves soon. because, as much as i'm complaining about it now, i'm still a sucker for their original fried chicken, coleslaw and mash potato. :P