After a while a manager called us back. The poor woman obviously expected me to be *incredibly* irate, and was utterly astounded when I said, hey, you know, these things happen, it's fine, and even more astonished when I said sure, it was fine to deliver the groceries this morning instead of last night. She asked three times, the poor thing, while I assured her that no, really, it was fine, that I'd be here and it was no bother. She said, "Ah, you're so good," and sounded as though she might burst into tears from relief. Poor thing!
In other news, it's August. How the hell did that happen? o.O
Ok, off to make bread, wait for groceries, and just maybe do some work.