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With modern technology making life easier and easier every day, there is very little you can’t get to come to your house for you while you wait semi-patiently in your pajamas. Back in the old days you had to look up the number of the specific restaurant you wanted food from, actually call them, and place an order. Then a few websites (starting with Pizza-Hut, as far as I can remember) started throwing up websites, and trying their darndest to allow online ordering.




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Then came the iPhone and the smartphone revolution. And everything went app based. But Jesus Mary and Joseph did that start to get tiresome. Pepsi Summer App… G&E Cereal Rewards, and of course, Pizza-Hut were the early adopters. But how many individual restaurant apps can you download (and then scroll page after page thru?)

And then the world turned again.

Seamless beget Grubhub beget Yelp Eat 24 beget Post Mates beget UberEats beget Doordash.




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And life finally started to make sense. Pick your service, compromise your tastes to the restaurants they’ve signed with, and order away. They all have their quirks, but the song remains the same. Open the app, pick your food, take a poop, food arrives.

But WHY THEN WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY can’t they do the one simple thing: bring the food to your door without a phone call.

There are more articles than any person could stomach about how much millennials suck, but the one common denominator they get right, is that millennials aren’t good at IRL P2P interaction.

Everytime I’ve ordered from any of these services, I wait and wait and wait, and then my phone rings. Then, a stranger tells me this, “I’m from [insert app based food] and I’m outside with your food.” And then inevitably I open the door and they are ten feet up the sidewalk looking at the door and waving. Or their still in their fucking car.

No knock. No door bell. No pimpled teenager standing on my porch while I put on pants and shush my dog.

But why tho?

Why can’t they just arrive, come to the door and knock?




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I mean, it’s bananas, and no one seems to notice. Delivery isn’t delivered unless it gets to your door. It’s always been that way, and it’ll always be that way. So where is the disconnect? Why can’t these millennials just get out of their car, and bring the food to me, so I don’t have to “walk of shame” my bare feet and boxers out into the damn dirty street.

Am I right?

Or does it creep you out when someone knocks on your door?

Millennials hardly even answer the phone anymore, and yet we have to go through this extra step just to get our chicken wings?

But you tell me.

Thoughts?

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