Breakin' Up Is Hard To Do

I finally ended it with the Schwan's delivery man. We had a standing date every two weeks for maybe 5 years, rain or shine. But I have finally had enough. First he added a delivery fee due to raising fuel cost (but did he remove the fee once gas dropped below $2.00/gallon...um, no). Then he raised the prices on the things I bought most often. Recently, some of the items could only be purchased if you pre-ordered them and even then there was no guarantee of getting them. The final straw came when the breaded clams we like to have with steak had so little in a bag they would hardly feed one person and they were mostly crumbs. So, what's a girl to do? It had to end. I deserve better. But like any woman afraid to end a long-standing relationship, I put it off for a few weeks. But tonight was the night. I went to dinner with my husband and left strict instructions with the oldest, when the Schwan's man comes, tell him "your mother doesn't want to see him anymore." And when I returned from dinner, it was done. The oldest says to me, "I broke up with the Schwan's man for you, Mom." Maybe I should have her call my hairdresser tomorrow...