Even after three or four reminders, it's still an hour late; it's not spicy, but when you open it, it's still a slice of red oil; it doesn't give you chopsticks.

As a veteran of the university, it is not uncommon to go out only once in three days without classes, and the call of the delivery boy is our only link to the outside world during this time of seclusion. Of course this situation only exists for us lonely single dogs.

Just a quick note about being an hour late. That semester, I was hopelessly obsessed with a certain window in the dining hall, theirs was one of the rare windows in the dining hall where the food was ready to be fried, and for that reason the daily queue was exceptionally long, and in such an extreme case takeout was a very good way to cut in the queue, which after all, is so defeating that it is highly recommended not to do so. That day six people in our dormitory about to go to the theater to see the new release of the movie, we are using the United States group app group purchase tickets, more than three o'clock tickets, eat a meal, take a nap, more than two forty departure, proper. However, the inertia of people is really unimaginable, buy a good ticket, we do not want to go out, after discussion we decided to call a takeaway, we called at the same time that a window of the takeaway, tragic things happen so without warning, the first takeaway arrived, we enviously looked at her face of happiness to enjoy the lunch, followed by another takeaway arrived, however, the most bloody situation really happened, the first one have been The first person has finished eating, I still have not waited for the delivery boy's call.

(Explain, our takeaway is delivered by district, in short, it's a special car to deliver to the district, if the car in this district is full, then it can go.) In desperation, I made the first call to rush the order and received a response that it would be there in a moment. However, as I watched one person was about to finish, I made another call, and it still said it would be there in a minute. Finally I could not stand it any longer, ten minutes later, I made the last call, I told the shopkeeper that six of us in the dormitory at the same time in their meal orders, the result is that five people are almost finished, I have not waited for my meal. The store was shocked, and after a bit of fumbling, the store apologized and said they missed the order, so what else could I say? Meal delivered when already one forty, I silently ate a few mouthfuls, sadly found hungry, hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls, climbed into bed and squinted for a while two, embarked on the journey to the theater, on the way to their home I decisively point a bad review. Now, their family has moved from the second restaurant to the third restaurant, specializing in takeout, I later ate once, no longer once the taste, but also rarely order again. In the future, there will never be a second meal on the United States group of twelve window, no longer see the crowded twelve window, even if you pass by can not hear the unique chatter of the store, but also really miss it!