Spilling the Bubble Tea

I remember writing this story like yesterday even though it was during peak COVID probably like 2 years ago, I was still PISSED from what happened LOL, and I don't even get mad, but when it comes to my food, veryyyyy different story. LMAO, hungry girl fo life. Enjoy.

Unfortunately as a nurse, I have still been going to work as scheduled. Therefore, necessitating ALLLLLL the good food. This past year has really put a dent in my wallet when it comes to food deliveries to work. We have been ordering coffees, BEC’s, japanese curry, burgers, fries, mochi doughnuts, korean hotdogs, you think of it, I guarantee my work family has ordered it. This past week, we recently found out that the famous tiger sugar delivers to our work place. When I say their bubble tea is well known, yeah just go ahead and google it if you don’t believe me. Their go-to is the brown sugar boba. They had a special seasonal coffee boba that I just HAD to order. So of course, I got the order together. Surprisingly, only 6 people were interested. 40 minutes to deliver. Not bad timing, I’d be mid lunch break by then. SKKRRRTTTTTTT. Of course, I got pulled into an emergency situation. A patient had started hemorrhaging, we needed medications to stop the bleeding, blood products to replenish her lost blood, the set up of a device to stop a hemorrhage. All the things. It was an all hands on deck situation that lasted for about 30 minutes to ensure she didn’t bleed out. AND OF COURSE, that’s when the delivery guy arrives. I’m obviously not thinking about the food delivery while a patient has basically lost 1/3 of her total body’s blood volume. Anyways, after the patient is stable, I go back to the nursing station and realize I have 20 missed calls from the delivery guy. In addition he left a voicemail saying, “I can’t wait this long for you and security won’t let me leave the drinks with them. I’m leaving.” The voicemail was left 5 minutes prior to me checking my phone. I decide to call him back to see whether or not he was close enough to where he could bring the drinks back if he was right around the corner. Okay, it was multiple calls. To my luck, on the fifth or sixth try, he picks up. I explain the situation, how I was so so sorry that I had missed his calls and how I was in an emergent situation and was unable to pick up my phone. He tells me he’s actually doing another delivery first and he’ll come back to bring the drinks BUT he had drank one since he thought I wasn’t gonna pick up the phone or call back. BOYYYY, it had been like 7 minutes at that point. Is that what food delivery drivers do nowadays? If people don’t answer their phone they just TAKE THE FOOD! If anyone reading this works for a food delivery service, please confirm he is the outlier. Anyways, I say “Okay, but I need all my drinks that I paid for?!? You can stop by Tiger Sugar on your way back and buy OUR drink that YOU drank. Thanks very much.” The response, “sure” … He asks for a secondary phone number in case and tells me he will call me on arrival to the hospital.

Should I be upset that he drank our drink? I mean, he did call a bunch. If I was him I guess if I was that thirsty I would at least wait a little longer to drink it…. I dunno. Whatever, I also ended up feeling bad for him because now he had to come and make his way all the way back to get my 6 drinks to me that I had not picked up the phone for. So I prepped 15 bucks to give him a “thanks-for-coming-back-for-us-because-we-are-having-a-shitty-day-and-we-need-this” kind of tip.

He calls. I answer.

“Hey, are you downstairs?”

“Not yet, but you can come down”

“Do you mind just calling me when you get here?”

“*scoffs* OH, I thought you were in another eMeRgEnCy” he says in a sarcastic voice.

“Just call me when you get here”

*Hangs up*

I’m pretty sure there were flames coming out of my ears at this point. The guy has the audacity to DRINK ONE OF OUR DRINKS and then call me PRIOR to arrival to sarcastically say he thought I was in an emergency… No more tip for you, bruh. How dare you mock me like that.

He calls me and I bring a coworker down to the lobby with me to make sure I don’t get too upset or loud with him in my workplace. I see him standing at the door and our interaction goes something like this:

“Wow, that drink was delicious. So good.”

*me, trying to play it cool* “which one did you have?”

*points at the replaced one* “The one with coffee and bubbles and the sugar on the side”

*I grab the drinks from him*

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it because you drank the tip I was going to give you”

*I start walking back to the elevator*

(I’m pretty sure that at this point my coworkers jaw and the delivery guys jaw were both sitting on the floor)

He shouts back “No one is gonna do this for you! I paid for that drink with my own money!”

Yeah dude, you SHOULD buy a drink that you drink with your own money. We go back to the floor and I’m finally at ease that we received the drinks and can finally thoroughly enjoy them now that we have secured the bag. I’m halfway through the best coffee/boba mixture I’ve ever had in my life when I receive a text message from an unknown number. I open my screen and just shake my head as I read…

“Hey, you did a mistake, i lost all that time for you and came back bc i felt sorry for you, i don’t need your sh**y tip but a “thank you” would have been nice. I’ll take care for you next time.”

*Opens up Grubhub and files a complaint*

Well, at least that means I won’t be getting food deliveries to work for a while. Yay for saving money!