A year and a half ago, we ordered 144 pint glasses with our logo on them. I had no idea how many we needed, nor how long they would last.
I knew that we’d break a few, gift a few, and probably have a few smuggled by patrons.
144 pint glasses have lasted us 18-months.
One of our front gals mentioned a few weeks ago that we were down to a dozen glasses with our logo, and that we needed more right away.
I sent an email to our “pint-glass-gal” and get another batch ordered. I let her know that I had a new logo, attached it to the email, and told her to just charge it to our credit card on file.
Yesterday, the FedEx driver arrived with a delivery, and asked where I wanted him to drop off the glasses. I looked at him as if he were confused.
“Just bring them inside,” I answered.
“They won’t fit in the door,” he replied. “It’s packaged for an outdoor delivery.”
I told him to just leave the box near Whitey’s truck.
He dropped off a pallet.
Shrink-wrapped, it stood almost six-feet tall and three-feet wide.
I went back to my office and re-examined my email regarding our order.
Oh man. Instead of typing 144 glasses, I typed 1044 glasses.
One THOUSAND fourty-four, not one hundred fourty-four.
Just a minor zero in the midst of the email.
We had to bring the majority of the boxes home, and Whitey made the 21 trips back and forth to the truck and up our stairs to store them in our guest room.
At least they look good.
And we’ll probably never run out of them again. At least, not for the next eight years or so.