Just about ready to go to bed, and I thought I'd mention something that occurred to me this evening: must be taking this Mystery Shopper role to heart. Ordered a small pizza tonight from one of the local pizzerias and found myself clocking the time it took the delivery guy to get here. They said on the phone it'd take a half hour, but, in reality, it was more like forty-five minutes.

When the kid showed up at my door, he was carrying a family sized with sausage and pepperoni. I told him that I'd only ordered a small: he took a look at the order sheet, shrugged and said, "Only pizza I've got left, and the ticket was stapled to it." He gave me the price, and it was the same that the girl on phone had quoted for a small, so I figured I'd go along with the gag. It'll give me some leftovers to freeze for lunch on the weekend.

So I'm wondering, later over my pizza, if this Mystery Shopper gig works with home orders, too. We've all had deliveries screwed up in the past: wrong items, incomplete orders, cold food. May mention this to Tripper tomorrow. Could be a whole untapped market.

10/04/01
[4.56 p.m.]

Hmm, may need to re-think this whole restaurant dealie: woke up this morning feeling logy and awkward. When I put on my panties, I could feel 'em cutting into my belly. If I don't rein myself in, I'm gonna be huge in a matter of weeks. I do not want to gain any weight!

Said as much to Tripper this morning (though not in so blunt a manner; more like: "Do you have any assignments besides restaurants?") So he sent me to an electronics place instead. Stopped off at S.'s for lunch, of course, but that hardly counts since I was on my own. Still, I managed to make the most of my buffet bucks.

The electronics store excursion was exactly what I expected - and have experienced in the past. Took forever for a salesguy to notice me, and when he did, his manner oozed condescension. Soon as I left, I went to a nearby Schlotsky's and hand logged every grubby detail.

By the time my sandwiches were ready, I had enough written down to embarrass every clerk in the store. Took my notes & sandwiches home and typed out a blistering report. A blow for single women everywhere!

Denise, the Mystery Shopper strikes!