If the whole world operated like Domino's Pizza, it would be a much better place
Me: I'd like a medium pizza for pick-up please
DP: What's your phone number?
Me: ###-####
DP: That's a medium pepperoni with ranch dipping sauce (same thing you order every time)?
Me: You got it
DP: That's $7.95. It will be ready in about 12 minutes.
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An efficient, reliable, comforting exchange. What more could you ask for from any human relationship??? Perhaps efficiency doesn't play much of a role in more compassionate exchanges, but it's still nice when it's appropriate.
posted by Southwick | 10:50 PM
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And now everything is explained: Reid's idea of a fulfilling human exchange is a robotic, short, cold phone call with a pizza delivery boy.
Right.
My roommate essentially lived off of Dominos for the entire time I lived with him, like literally every day (we worked ridiculous hours and had no time to cook or even bother buying groceries that would go bad).
He came home one night and was all flustered, "I can never order Dominos again" and sacreligiously ordered from another pizza place.
We pressed why he was being so weird, "ok.. I was walking home along Barrington and this car pulls up. I look over and it's a Domino's delivery driver, 'Hey man! Do you need a ride home? I'm heading down Cedar St on my way back to the shop?' I had to lie and say I wasn't going home right away, I even walked home a really weird way just in case he saw me again."
Having people remember my coffee, ok. Being a regular in a restaurant and an employee saying hi in the street, ok. Having a delivery driver recognize you from a moving vehicle and remembering your address, not ok.
- Loukas
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