This weekend, Doc and Clark were renovating their kitchen. Building walls, new cabinets.. the whole 9 yards. Coach was not able to go help. He had to work and we (mostly him) decided I had been too sick to be left alone all weekend with the kids. I felt SUPER guilty. If any of Coach's siblings say jump, Coach always hopes to enthusiastically and repeatedly respond "How High? Pick ME! How High?!"
But his dumb sickly wife, needed a dumb babysitter. I wanted to think of something to do for Doc and Clark. I decided, to send cookies.
I didn't want too cute, overly expensive cookies. I wanted yummy, grab and snack while busy cookies. I searched the Internet and found Baked! of Bloomington. Their 'gimmick' is: they are a local shop, which bakes cookies fresh when ordered and will deliver late at night. Their hours are 8:00pm-3:00am and are located on a college campus. You know... in case you get the munchies late at night and don't feel like pizza. Genius!
I called. Placed an order for 3 dozen, hand picked different flavors, ingredients, added Hershey's kisses to a few... included ice cold milk. Set to be delivered to their house by 9:00pm. Perfect!! Just when the workers could use a little sugar.
Coach told me to include a note. "Sorry we couldn't help... Here's some cookies..." We were both pretty excited. We knew it would make Doc smile. It made us feel a little better for skipping out.
Before 9:00pm, my phone rings.
It is the delivery driver (PS. Driver and employee were both friendly): Hi. Um, I'm driving to the location... you said this would be a house but her address is actually an apartment.
Me: No. They live in an house. There are a few apartments around them.
(we confirmed address, I gave more detailed directions, he was agreeing with street names and landmarks... he kept driving...)
Driver: I'm sorry but this is an apartment.
Me: It's not an apartment. There should be a few cars. Lots of people working inside.
Driver: There are cars but... Wait. Are you sure this house is in Bloomington, Indiana??
Me: Uhhhhh.... no. Bloomington, IL. Are you guys located in Indiana?
Driver (laughing, still friendly): Yes!
Me: Whoops. This is awkward. It never said Indiana any where on the website Menu.
Driver: No problem, it happens once or twice a week.
Coach and I were bummed, by the super fail.
Coach said: I'm sure it happens, confusing poor stoned college kids all the time.
Doc and Clark: We can't wait to see your new kitchen. And I hope you liked your phantom cookies!
PS. Someone really needs to open a Baked! nearby. Freshly baked cookies with your choice of ingredients, delivered at 2:00am. That's beyond brilliant.