Never trust yourself with technology when you're crossfaded.

Last night at a friend's house I downed half a bottle of wine and smoked the last remnants in my grinder. Big case of the munchies set in, and what felt like 2 hours passed as we debated what to get. The horrific uncertainty of too much choice led us into a deep-fried, sweet-and-sour umami maze. Chinese, chicken, burgers, curry- but no clarity. The night was drawing in and the ridiculousness of the situation forced us into choosing before we lost our minds in the labyrinth. 

So we picked KFC, and saved £10 thanks to a coupon. Nice. Everything seemed intrinsically hilarious. Nothing could topple me. My anxiety had melted away. Then I was tasked with inputting my friend's address. Big mistake. Somehow, I had confused the address for another extremely similar one miles away, and thus our food got dispatched to God-knows-where. Despite getting in contact with the driver, nothing could be done. Nice way to bring the night to close.

Ended up getting a chicken kebab from a local place (in retrospect tastier - and cheaper too.) I requested a refund from the delivery app, describing everything in as much detail as possible, but alas, 'twas rejected, even after I kept pushing. Real kick in the teeth. Especially because in the commotion of trying to pick something after the damage was done, I redownloaded UberEats and somehow got charged for premium despite never even reaching the order menu. Memorable night though. That's what matters at the end of the day.

11/5/2025 13:32