Delivery. Men.
I get food delivered to my apartment quite a bit. This happens due to a mixture of laziness and laziness. Mostly I’m just lazy and don’t want to boil water and put stuff in it. In Manhattan, we call this “being normal.”
Anyhow, it struck me as odd in that a city so diverse, I’ve never had my food delivered by a woman! Never ever ever. I’ve been here 5 years.
Why is this? Certainly if women are capable of giving birth, they are capable of riding a bike to my apartment and dropping off a plate of food. I call on you, women of the five boroughs:
Do not delay! Bring me moderately priced Mexican food!*
*I tip well.
1 month ago