Yesterday afternoon, feeling ghastly with a cold/flu thing, I decided to go online and order some fast food to be delivered. Ordinarily, I don’t eat fast food, but I was feeling a vulnerable craving for chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy – comfort food.
I made the order, then realised that I had run out of milk, so I drove down to the closest shop to get the milk, thinking to myself that I could easily have picked up the fast-food order myself. Hindsight is everything, of course.
Just as it was getting dark, I returned home, with my milk, to find a big delivery truck in my driveway. Alarmed by the super-duper headlights shining onto the front of my house, I ducked down in my car, hoping to avoid the intruder.
But he saw me! “Your gravy, ma’am” he said, as he left. I suspected that he was a bit amused, or bemused, or perhaps thought I was a bit of a character.
On my doorstep was a tiny little container of gravy.
jmgoyder 
I am rolling round the floor in hysterics! Surely you didn’t just order gravy! OMG!
I didn’t mean to!
But what about your chicken and mashed potatoes?
I obviously filled out the form incorrectly argh!
This made mye laugh, the image of a big truck and a tiny tub of gravy just funny to me
I am surprised that it didn’t come by gravy train.
Ha! Good service!
Oh dear…
😉