Dining out is getting on my nerves. As a patron, it is now very clear that I compete with DoorDash, Grubhub, Uber eats, and every other “to go” order and I wince to think this trend is only going to increase resulting in delay for you, for me, sitting at a table or waiting at a counter. They get theirs before you. What is this nonsense? I am here, I am paying, I am tipping, I am hungry, and yet I have to wait for these meals to be prepared and set on a shelf awaiting pick up—and I haven’t even ordered yet?
And it’s getting worse. At a counter they tell you “Just a moment,” or “I’ll be right with you,” as they start quickly reading orders spit out from the small printer and nervously packing cartons. I am standing there watching. Hungry. People behind me are on their phones seeming not to care or if they do, they are lost in their phone. No one on my side.
What’s the workaround here? Should I get everything to go now? What, and then eat in the car so I don’t have get frustrated waiting for these orders to be fulfilled before mine?
Life is becoming so “convenient” things end up taking longer, are at someone else’s expense, or are just the pain in the arse. Change your password lately? Upper, lower case, special characters, numbers, 10 to 12 characters to deter hackers. I can’t remember any of them anymore which means I can’t bank on my phone without figuring out a way to remember or store my esoteric passwords. So there, convenience replaced by needless complexity.
I guess someone is benefiting and don’t get me wrong, I want the restaurants to succeed, but must I be factored into the process?
Eh. Whatever. I guess I gotta get used to it.
—Sketch
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