“Diana, what you need is a bodega that delivers” says my dear friend as I’m complaining of having to go out in the rain for toilet paper, “I never leave the house!”
As I’m searching for the nearest bodega that delivers, I wonder, has city life spoiled me? I can have food delivered at all hours with just a phone call, or if I don’t feel like chatting? A few clicks on a phone app. I can pay someone else to do my laundry, cleaning, food shopping, cat box cleaning. I’ll bet if I look hard enough, I can find someone to write thoughtful and endearing Christmas cards to all my friends and family (And if not, that should be my next business venture!)
I love this city and every convenience it brings, but have I taken it too far? Is it a too much to expect that someone else should be doing all the things that life requires that happen to be just a little annoying? Do I miss out on too much as I’m munching on delivery from my favorite Indian restaurant and catching up on my TV shows on DVR?
Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve lost out on the soulmate I would have met on line at the grocery store.
Crap!
Then again, isn’t it more likely that my soulmate is currently compiling his orders on Seamless web and planning his next vacation?
And with that thought, I know exactly what to do.
“La Cabana, what can I get you?”
“Hi, yes! Can you bring me a six pack of beer, a roll of Charmin and the phone numbers of everyone else that has placed this exact same order?”
Done.
3. Not a doubt in my mind: I love delivery.
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