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November 29, 2006
I get inordinately happy when I order food for delivery, especially if I can place the order online and thus don't have to actually talk to someone. There's something about waiting for my dinner, anticipating its arrival but not knowing the exact time. Knowing it will arrive hot, in separate containers (plastic or aluminum) in a brown bag inside a plastic bag, fresh from the restaurant, direct to my doorstep. And I can eat it in my pajamas, with my hair atop my head like Pebbles Flintstone. Ahh, yes. This is one of the best things about New York City.