I’m golfing in Orlando with friends this weekend.
I flew from Connecticut on Friday night and arrived after well after midnight. When I finally made it to the condo and unpacked, I discovered I had forgotten to pack underwear.
I had one clean pair because I always have an emergency pair of underwear and socks in my backpack — as should you — but one pair would not make it through Monday night.
So I opened my Amazon app, ordered a four-pack of the same underwear that I wear every day, and entered the address of the condo where we’re staying.
It was 1:13 AM when I closed the app and went to bed.
Ten hours later, I was on the golf course. I had just hit my sixth ball into the water when I realized I would need more balls to survive the weekend. I could purchase them at the pro shop at inflated prices, but instead, I opened the Amazon app again between shots and added a box of my favorite golf balls to my order.
Four hours later, I was back in the condo, watching a football game with my friends, when I received a message on my phone:
Underwear and golf balls have arrived.
Problem solved.
I’d rather not forget to pack underwear, and hitting a dozen golf balls into the multitude of ponds that dotted the golf course was no fun, but solving some problems has gotten decidedly easier these days.
Being the last to arrive in Orlando, I also got the last choice of bedrooms.
Also not great. It’s actually a little bizarre, and sadly, there’s nothing an app or the internet can do to fix it.