So this weekend, a client placed an order for small chops and chose small pies. Simple, right?
Order confirmed. Payment made. Delivery done.
Tell me why I get a call later saying she’s not happy… because the pies are too small 😭
I’m like, ma’am… that’s literally what you ordered.
Before I could even explain properly, one Nigerian uncle collected the phone and said,
“Ayo, in London when we say small pies, we mean the medium ones.”
Uncle… we are in Telford 😭
At that point, I had two options:
Stand my ground… or protect my brand.
And honestly? I chose my brand.
I went back with 7 bigger pies I had at home.
No charge. No extra delivery fee.
When I got there, I apologised properly, explained calmly, and just handled it with grace.
The uncle smiled, held my hand, collected the pies… and just like that, peace restored.
And in that moment, I realised something:
Sometimes, it’s not about being right.
It’s about being remembered… the right way.
Anyway, that’s my chaos for the weekend 😭.
I’m off to finally watch Virgin River like I’ve been promising myself.
How’s your weekend going?
Check out my latest post, The Lie that changed everything.
With Love,
Ayo
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