When we get a delivery, we usually get an email notification that addresses what’s going on. It tells us in advance when to expect the package, which I appreciate, although the service has been a little spotty recently after the apartment opened up a new system for doing things. It happens, and we’re not super angry about it, just frustrated.
But today, I’m not going to be talking about delivery in that sense. I want to talk about delivering food, an age-old classic since the days of pizza delivery boys. Who hasn’t ordered pizza and gotten it delivered to the house before? Before Grubhub, before Ubereats and Doordash and whatever else exists, there were pizza guys, and they did everything themselves. I feel for them just as I do retail workers, so I always make sure to tip whenever I order out. I appreciate the people who actually put themselves out there to do this thing for me, a service that I’m too lazy to get for myself. It’s like I’m sitting there in my apartment, writing blog posts while food is currently being prepared and delivered to me from somewhere else. It’s nice to have that option, but it’s still lazy of me to do this. And yet I do it sometimes anyway, in spite of the laziness.
Getting food delivered is a nice convenience. I like Taco Bell, obviously, as many of you who read this know, and sometimes all it takes is a craving for tacos for me to order some and have them sent my way. When it’s time to order, I’ll usually go onto Grubhub and see what they’re offering, even though they don’t have coupons for people who are existing members most of the time. I’m appreciative of everything they do for me, whenever I decide to order food.
I get excited when I find an email saying that we’ve got a package in the mail, or at the delivery room downstairs. Alex does too. It’s a sign that something we ordered online has arrived at our apartment, and with how much online ordering we do between the two of us, we are more often than not expecting at least one or two things to be delivered in a given week. Groceries; dog food, toys, and snacks; underwear and/or comfortable t-shirts; coffee from our favorite Boston-based coffee shop; something Alex forgot on the grocery list; whatever our Amazon wishlist includes for the month; and, last but not least, clothes.
In particular, I want to talk about StitchFix, and no I’m not being paid to write about them. (Although, if they happen to read this and are interested, I’m not opposed either!) StitchFix is a clothing delivery service that allows you to try on new clothes at home, send back what you don’t want, and keep whatever you like and can afford. Though the individual prices are usually a bit expensive, the $20 deposit box fee rolls into whatever clothing purchase you make. And on top of that, you’re being serviced by a personal stylist, who’s on top of your fashion interests and the brands you tend to work best with. You can leave notes to the stylist in advance, such as “comfortable business casual/work clothes meant for summertime,” and they’ll send you options to choose from that are perfectly tailored to that note. It’s a wonderful service that’s gotten both Alex and I some new additions to our wardrobes. I’m currently wearing an A1 blue-striped hoodie while I write this, and I got it from my first StitchFix box. I also picked up two new pairs of pants this most recent time, which is exactly what I was hoping to get from the box.