The Bloody Doors Off

We ordered in.

Ran it through one of those food delivery sites.

Accepted.

Preparing your order.

…

Where’s the driver?

I swear I stared at the monitor for a good five minutes, even while making coffee I never took my eye off the screen.

Where’s the fucking driver?

Another five minutes.

Another five minutes.

Drive finally shows up on the map.

Another five minutes.

He finally gets to the storefront and collects our order.

Five minutes later, he’s on his way.

Driver is currently five minutes away.

Time has no meaning.