September 17th, 2013

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The Mystery of the Missing Driver

This is super long and convoluted but there's really no way to consolidate lol.

So last night at around midnight, my wife and I wanted to order something to eat while watching a Top Chef marathon. The only place open at that hour on a Sunday night is a calzone place. We like them so yay, steak and cheese calzones on the way! An hour goes by before we start to wonder if something's amiss, but they've been slow on other occasions so we just assume everyone else is ordering too, since they're the only game in town at that hour.

Finally, we get a call from the driver. Now, this is a bit of a sticking point between us and delivery drivers in general. We live in an apartment building and it's our belief that the drivers ought to still come to the door. Some don't, but we always ask them to initially. Usually as long as they at least come to the lobby we don't mind coming downstairs to get it. This guy says no problem, he'll use the call box so we can buzz him in.

Fifteen minutes pass. Hmm. He said he was right outside when he called, he ought to have buzzed by now. The phone rings and it's the driver on his cell again, wanting instructions on how to use the call box. Because it's not at all printed right there ON the box (pro tip: it is). But we tell him how - punch in the apartment number and we will buzz. He seems extremely relieved to have this complicated procedure explained to him and hangs up.

Ten minutes pass. No call for us to buzz him in. Umm... So at this point my wife decides to go down to the lobby and just get the food herself. Possibly the box is broken? But no! Just after she leaves, the driver finally figures out how to work the call box and rings the apartment to be buzzed in. I inform him my wife is on her way down so just wait for her. He cheerily agrees.
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tl:dr delivery driver goes missing in various ways and I now suspect there may or may not be a vortex of lost time somewhere in the elevator shaft of my building.