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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Senor and the Miracle of Pizza and Wings.
So this morning on PT I kept seeing a thread imploring for food. As it kept catching my eye every time I came back to my "PT Tab" refresh the board, I finally decided it was worth getting involved enough to click on.
Turns out there is this kid in Charlotte, NC who is hungry.
OP's name is senor and he implies he is currently dirt broke and is coyly implying he'd be grateful for some food. I see where another PTer jumps in and offers and I can sense senor's hope as he posts that he has PM'd the PTer. Then the disappointment.
Okay, so who cares? But I sort of do, because I just get it. Also, I like people. I am rooting for this guy, who is honest enough to put it out there and I just want to tell him, yea, I get it. I've got a few dollars and payday is right around the corner for me and God knows I want for nothing. Make something real happen today, t8kitez.
So I let senor know I'm ordering a pizza. I've already found Pizza Hut online where you just plug everything in. I put in my phone number because I don't think to ask for senor's for any reason. Duh. And then I post the order and wait for the showering praise to come. I e-mail my friend a link to the thread to brag that this old lady did her good deed for the day. But then, amazingly, EPICALLY, Murphy's Law strikes.
The internet goes down. We're talking DOWN. We get a company intra-office e-mail from IT indicating there is no time frame for getting back on-line. I might as well be on the dark side of the moon. And then my cell rings. It is Tristan, delivery dude for Pizza Hut in North Carolina. Yea, sorry guy. I don't know where the apartment is... I don't even have the address anymore. I don't have a phone number. I don't even have a first name. So I text my friend, whom I had just sent the e-mail with the link, You must get online for me. PT emergency. I text her my password and user name. Then I don't hear from her. Thirty minutes go by, then, she texts me back. She tried to send senor the information but Tristan had cancelled the order. She asks in the text, can I reorder?
Well, unfortunately, all the information regarding the order, where it was going and EVERYTHING, is contained in my PT inbox. Cognitive surplus don't mean shit if you can't access it. So, between texting my friend in OR who was logged on for me and calling NC Pizza Hut, the pizza did eventually get to senor.
Somewhere, there are tiny sparks of not wanting to let someone down made for a fun day for me, filled with the "lulz"; it almost seems like empathy is still alive and well. It feels great in a way because I almost gave up and even though senor would have gotten pizza out of the deal anyway, I was happy that I followed through because I didn't want to be a lazy asshole and let it go, just this once.
It's really the little things in life that make it. :)
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