delivery

Readers of a certain age will remember the Starbucks scene in 1998’s You’ve Got Mail, a 38-second diatribe on the “defining sense of self” one gets from ordering from an impossible array of short-tall-dark-caf-decaf, etc. For a few buckaroos, you gain a semblance of decision-making ownership with that tall decaf cappuccino. Ah, consumerism. If only the lines were shorter, did you say? Seems like someone heard you. Earlier this week, the on-demand, … Read more