The Streets With No Brain

| Atlanta, GA, USA | Working | March 4, 2013

(Working late at school, my friends and I decide to order some food to be delivered around 3 am. I get the following call from the delivery man.)

Delivery Man: “Hello? [Restaurant] here. I’m waiting with your food at the corner of 15th Street.”

Me: “Yeah, I don’t see you. What corner did you say you were at?”

Delivery Man: “15th.”

Me: “I’m right here at 15th and [street]. That’s the address that I gave when I placed the order online. I’m the dude in the blue sweatshirt.”

Delivery Man: “That’s impossible; there’s nobody here. I’m looking at the sign, and it says 15th street. Are you messing with me?”

Me: “Do you also see a sign for [street]? The address I gave was the corner of 15th and [street].”

Delivery Man: “I’m at the corner of 15th.”

Me: “15th and what?”

Delivery Man: “Uh, [street 10 blocks away].”

Me: “What? That’s not right! Why’d you go there with my food?”

Delivery Man: “It was the closest 15th street intersection to the restaurant!”

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