5/5 Andrew G. 8 months ago on Google
Shortly
before
8pm
I
arrived
for
a
curbside
pick
up.
I’m
feeling
patient
and
not
in
a
hurry.
You
see,
I
live
a
few
blocks
away
and
don’t
care
for
unnecessary
car
trips.
Cars
are
bad
for
the
environment
and
pose
risks
to
pedestrians.
I
elected
for
the
curbside
pickup
because
the
store
closes
their
lobby
arbitrarily.
After
20
minutes
the
food
was
still
absent.
Calling
the
store
yielded
nothing,
it
just
rang.
So
I
walked
home
and
got
my
car.
Without
my
car
I
was
a
poor
street
person.
Someone
who
could
be
ignored.
But
with
the
car
the
metamorphosis
could
begin.
I
drove
my
cool
black
car
back
to
the
store
and
waited
for
my
turn
at
the
speaker.
When
I
pulled
up
the
cashier
informed
me
they
were
only
accepting
Uber
eats
or
delivery
orders.
I
thought
this
was
strange.
Using
ambiguous
terms
I
explained
that
I
had
a
mobile
order
through
the
app
which
I
had
paid
for.
They
asked
for
my
name.
I
provided
it.
They
told
me
I
could
come
to
the
window.
At
the
window
the
cashier
quickly
handed
me
a
receipt.
I
informed
them
that
this
was
not
my
order
and
I
repeated
my
name
and
order
number
She
waved
me
on
to
the
next
window.
Deep
down
I
knew
the
issue
wasn’t
resolved.
I’m
a
glutton
for
punishment
though.
Now
I
had
every
intention
of
stating
my
feelings
at
the
window.
But
I
just
sort
of
hit
it
off
with
attendant.
I
fished
for
the
name
of
the
owner
but
couldn’t
get
it.
The
soda
I
received
was
incorrect.
I
asked
for
a
replacement
which
was
granted.
The
bag
of
food
arrives.
I
didn’t
need
to
open
it.
I
knew
it
was
wrong.
Something
inside
of
me
clicked.
It
doesn’t
matter.
We
are
here
to
be
here.
This
is
the
meaning
of
life.
That
in
spite
of
complete
chaos
we
carry
on
just
because.
For
its
own
sake.
This
was
no
longer
a
meal.
It
was
a
pilgrimage
into
myself.
The
cheeseburgers
which
I
did
not
order
but
received
were
bad.
Both
in
presentation
and
taste.
The
fries
were
not
good
either.
Don’t
go
to
this
store
for
the
food.
Go
to
learn
something
about
yourself.
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