I ordered Indian for dinner tonight at around quarter after 8. I called because yesterday I dropped my phone in the bathtub, so they have no way of getting in touch with me, and the guy on the phone is all “don’t worry he’ll call you when he gets there”. Well NO HE WON’T I HAVE A DIFFERENT NUMBER. I said this as politely as I could. “Oh well he will ring the doorbell”. Well the doorbell is inside the first door and very tricky, most delivery people have not been able to figure it out. He refuses to take the number, refuses to listen to my explanation of location of doorbell, tells me don’t worry about fifty times.
It is now after 10 and still no food. I am tempted to call again but if they are just late I will feel like a jerk. At this point I am almost ready to just say fuck it and I will eat six month old applesauce that has been sitting in my non-working fridge and ARRGGH WHY WOULDN’T YOU JUST TAKE MY OTHER NUMBER JUST FOR MY OWN PIECE OF MIND YOU FUCKER IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO WRITE DOWN TEN NUMBERS ON A PIECE OF PAPER FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY.
