There was a technical glitch with this post, so I am reposting.
Two days ago, I posted about Instacart, a new service that does your grocery shopping (at Trader Joe’s and Safeway) for you. The service is available in SF, Palo Alto, and Mountain View, and charges a surprisingly low flat fee of $3.99 if you schedule your delivery anytime 3 hours later or $9.99 if you want your groceries within the hour.
A byproduct of the startup incubator Y Combinator, Instacart, Inc., last year raised seed funding of $2.3 million from Canaan Partners and Khosla Ventures.
I had read the San Francisco Daily Candy email for Friday January 11th which featured Instacart and I decided to give it a try this past weekend. I had a bad experience which I summarized in a post that has now been retracted.
The following day, the CEO personally emailed me which I sincerely appreciated as it showed that he’s accountable, receptive to feedback, and eager to regain my trust. That evening after work, Instacart seamlessly delivered 3 bags of Trader Joe’s groceries and followed up with several emails from the team to make sure I was taken care of.
Gotta love that. Thanks Instacart. You can count on my business going forward.

I ran the Giants race last week which made me realize an important thing—I am getting old. This is why women aren’t supposed to have children in their late thirties or forties; our bodies can’t handle it. I’m sure there are women out there who poop out their baby like no problem, but all I gotta say is I tried running a 5k and the following morning, I felt like I’d run a marathon instead of a piddly little race—like the shortest race you can possibly run to even be considered a race. Shit I was in pain. Sure I didn’t train and I ran a 9.31 minute/mile clip, but I used to not train and run far longer (i.e., half and full marathons) and much faster. I am a total loser. My only consolation is that I was in the top 10% of my class Females 35-39. Look, Ma, it’s like getting an A-.
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