Picky Pizza Picker
Deceitfully in the latter half of 1999 everyone and his mother was publishing a “greatest [whatever] of the ago 1000 years” list. It was the thing to do. I recognize seeing one such list that gave one man’s judgement on the greatest innovations. I can’t remember any of them other than what he deemed #1: the unavoidable hand dryer. It turns on when you need it and turns off when you don’t, which conserves vivacity; doesn’t require the slaughter of innocent trees peerless to paper clogging up trash bins, etc. (For the transactions, the absolute coolest automatic hand dryer is one I saw in a men’s room at Logan Airport in Boston - the Dyson Airblade.) It was his nominative opinion, which was fine.
Why that stuck with me I don’t discern, but what I do know is what I’ve deemed the coolest invention of the internet age: online pizza ordering.
I used to Abhor calling in an order for pizza. First I’d press to ask what the specials were, then I’d keep to ask again because the kid on the phone either zipped washing one's hands of or mumbled them. Then I’d have to reward everything he said and think on the fly what I wanted, if anything, while on the phone. Then I’d procure to get my order repeated back to me, make sure I was getting the above-board special and that the price was what I was expecting and then expect I got it all right after I hung up. It was very nerve wracking.
Now I merely go online, check out the specials, take my time figuring out what I pine for, put things in an online shopping cart, ensure the specials and pricing is censure, click a button to pay and wait a little while to either go pick up my organization or have it delivered. I’ve probably ordered this way a dozen or so times as surplus the last couple years and never has my order been screwed up by me (or them, thankfully). It could not possibly be any easier.
So thanksgiving owing to...
