Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Top 500 Feelings - #418 Delivery Food Arrives


The way I see it, ordering food consists of stages. First, you make the decision to skip out on the home-cooking or the dining halls. You’re sick of the lack of variety in your usual dinner plans, so you’re willing to go the extra mile (figuratively speaking) to spice it up a bit. This is a liberating moment. Then, each involved party makes a case for their top choice. This is where things get heated, especially when one guy suggests New Hong Kong and everyone gets genuinely upset. The majority vote wins and you move on to phase three: the “I call I’m not calling it in” phase. No one wants to call the food in because that also means that they're going to have to claim the food because the delivery guy will be calling their phone when he arrives. (anyone ever have a delivery girl around here? I see it in the movies all the time, but have never experienced it). Everyone says that they always call in, and no one wants to crack. There’s a stale-mate until the weak-hearted speaks up first and loses. Then the unfortunate fellow gathers the orders and money, places the call, and you play the waiting game.

The average arrival time for food around BC, in my limited experience, ranges from 35-50 minutes (except for Marathon Monday last year, where Domino’s botched hundreds of orders and never showed up). This time-frame is about as inconvenient as they come. It’s a time where patience runs low and productivity even lower. Who is going to crack open their text book for thirty minutes while waiting for food? Not me. The anticipation is too high. It’s not enough time to commit yourself to walk to middle-campus, the only place you can feasibly get any sort of work done around here. Additionally, if you were hungry when you ordered, imagine your hunger a half-hour down the line. It’s a trying time, but when the phone rings and it’s a 617 number, not in anyone's address book, everyone perks up a bit. "Hello?...Ok, I'll be right out." Not only are you about to get some delicious food, but you can move on with your life once again. Freedom.


6 comments:

  1. "Hello?...Ok, I'll be right out."

    the only words I've ever said to a delivery guy on the phone. so true

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  2. kinda disappointed you didn't acknowledge the fact that the majority of delivery orders are during the blackout stage of the night.... come on.

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  3. ^I remember my first blackout.

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  4. http://brostoncollege.blogspot.com/2010/10/top-500-feelings-282-delivery-guy.html

    ???

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  5. ^agreed... repeat?

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  6. cafe mitti's is the tits

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