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Jul. 27th, 2004 | 08:00 pm
music: Felix Da Housecat - Happy Hour

Is it unethical to order food in, because the weather is too unsafe to go get it yourself?


in fact, the question itself is somewhat unethical, because you are presuming to make value judgements on behalf of other people (the deliverypeople). I'll be a little more generous if you've done some kind of survey in order to have a statistical understanding. But we must assume that the other people in this world are rational actors, or go mad trying to save them.


P.S. - When it freezes and/or snows in Austin, I take a taxicab to work. It's like being the star of some ponderous, slapstick-tragicomic automotive ballet.

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from: eposia
date: Jul. 27th, 2004 06:33 pm (UTC)

However, it is a nice gesture, though certainly not required, to tip a little extra in recognition of the increased hazards they braved that you weren't willing to so you can eat.

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from: triple_entendre
date: Jul. 28th, 2004 01:46 am (UTC)

Yes, and I do tip extra for extra effort.

Although one of my most priceless moments was as a fried-chicken bicycle-delivery-guy ("It's the Chicken Man!" they would invariably cry out) slogging at high speeds through the worst downpour I've ever seen. I was dressed in protective plastic from head to toe, but still thoroughly drenched. As was my habit, I slipped into the dorm the back way and brought the tasty meal right up to the customer's room. She was cozily watching movies with several of her friends. I handed her the styrofoam containers carefully so as not to drip on her. "Awww!" she said, a little too slowly and loudly. "You're soaking wet." They were all looking at me; I was quite a sight. "And you came ALL the way up here and brought me my food." Her friends started to look a little uncomfortable. I said nothing, just stood there dripping, listening, waiting. Even more sweetly and slowly: "...and I'm not going to give you a tiip!" Her friends looked shocked, then embarrassed, but somehow helpless. In that moment, I have to admit, I loved her all the more for her total commitment to morifying her friends with this petty cruelty. Few things in life are so pure. She finished digging the correct change from her purse and handed it over with the sweetest of smiles. "Thank you," I said gracefully, and began my stoic trek down the back stairs, into the storm.

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from: nobodobodon
date: Jul. 28th, 2004 08:23 am (UTC)

Was she cute?

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from: triple_entendre
date: Jul. 29th, 2004 05:06 am (UTC)


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