Increasingly, while sitting at restaurants waiting for my food, especially when I’m sitting outside in the cold, I finely sharpen a hatred of the very existence of “to go” orders and the people who place them, places that take them, and the various services and go-betweens who enable them.

everyone else is mad about qr code menus, but I get even madder about this.

when I make a to go order myself, I’m a very special boy and would like my food please and thank you.