Today I wanted two photographs printed. ASAP. Within reason.
So I went online at lunch time and logged into my Shutterfly account. I ordered the two prints I wanted, grumbling all the while that I was going to have to pay the base shipping rate for TWO measly prints.
Why? Because I am too lazy to burn them to a disc (keep meaning to get one of those mini-USB thingies) then drive to a photo finisher, drop them off and then have to go back tomorrow to get them.
When I clicked Check Out, Shutterfly asked whether I wanted the pictures shipped or whether I’d like to pick them up in an hour at the Target store closest to me.
Uh, the one right across the road from daycare? Where I need to drive to pick up my kid this afternoon anyway?
Yes, that one.
Um, yes please.
And sorry Internet. Love you. Really I do.