Brevity

I ordered a burrito via SeamlessWeb this evening, since I'm running out of food, and I don't want to go shopping since I'm leaving town for a month, soon. The delivery guy finally arrived downstairs and the doorman called me. I answered the phone:

Me: I take it that SeamlessWeb is here?
Him: Hello. Mr. Jones?
Me: Yes.
Him: I have a delivery here for you.
Me: Yes ... SeamlessWeb, right?
Him: Yes.
Me: Please send them up.
Him: Okay, thank you.
*click*

But this is how I wanted the conversation to go:

Me: I take it that SeamlessWeb is here?
Him: Yes. Shall I send them up?
Me: Please.
*click*

The long-form conversation happens every time; for some reason they can't hear me until they go through the whole greeting thing.

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I hauled my ninety-pound pack up and down fifty flights of stairs this afternoon. My legs were shaking when I finally lobbed the pack down onto the floor of my apartment. When I stepped up to my 2' x 2' "patio" to gaze around the "neighborhood" while I stuffed down some food, my legs threw me up the stairs like it was a moon-like gravity environment. That feeling passes in a few minutes.

I guess I understand now why 240-pound people take the elevator instead of the stairs.

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Time to eat my burrito.