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 ðŸ˜
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 ðŸ˜
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 ðŸ˜.
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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