I don’t understand why so many people can’t just go get their own damn food. Uber eats hasn’t been around long enough for you all to have forgotten what you did before, has it? How did you survive back then?
Once a month I get home from work so tired that nothing in the world will convince me not to go home, order a pizza and wait for it while laying on the couch. I deserve that and I will do it, no matter how much “back in the days” you people throw at me, I’m busy and tired
Thanks to COVID and work from home and smartphones and Teams/Zoom, I’ve gone from an hour commute each way to a constant stream of meetings, texts, emails, IMs, etc. that must be addressed immediately, from 8am to 6pm. I don’t think the “back in my day” folks fully understand how much more people are asked to do now. I once obliterated an older colleague when he complained that youngs these days don’t put in half the hours he used to. I was like “Um, you used to go to the print office and wait four hours for prints to come out, take them back to the office, proof them, then take the documents to the courthouse and file them in person. In the same time, I’m responding to 100 emails, reviewing 20 documents ON MY PHONE, conducting 3 conference calls, listening to 2 coworkers’ breakdowns, and drafting, reviewing, printing, proofing, and submitting the documents you used to sit and wait for.” To his credit, he said I was right and I never had a problem with him again.
All of which is a long way of saying that, sometimes, more often than I would like, I can’t just “go to the restaurant” because of time or because I’m no longer commuting. For all their problems, the apps mean that I’m eating fewer frozen pizzas and more poke bowls and salads.
If you’d said anything other than pizza I’d give you slack, but you’re a damn fool wasting money doordashing/ubering pizza. Order from them directly, it’s cheaper and the restaurant gets bigger profits.
I just tossed a coin out the window at the nearest child and told them to fetch me the plumpest turkey in the butcher’s window.
I became further radicalized by the indignation of the petty bourgeoisie getting whipped into a frenzy because their sub minimum wage delivery drivers didn’t jump through hoops enthusiastically enough for them.
Anything short of the delivery driver beating you with the food while calling you a useless lazy slob is exemplary service as far as I’m concerned.
