Yes, I'm Judging You For Your Food Delivery
You hate money? Or just the planet?
Hey, nice lunch there.
Wait, is that your lunch, or are you moving your son into the freshmen dorms? There’s a plastic box for your salad, a plastic box for the nuts that come on top of your salad. Did they really deconstruct your chicken sandwich so the chicken, the bun, and the lettuce each got a plastic box?
I mean, I’m no climate scientist. But I’m pretty sure your lunch just raised the earth’s temperature by at least three degrees.
What’s that? Oh, you’re re-CYCLING! Oh, well then, carry on. I’m sure your containers are going to a facility somewhere in Oregon where they’re turned into shoes for underprivileged orphans. And definitely NOT thrown in the same landfill as every couch in Little Havana.
No, you’re right. Technically the restaurant is who packed your lunch in three triceratops’ worth of petroleum. But they have enough problems with influencers demanding free chicken wings. No, I think like with drugs, prostitution, and every show on Bravo, t…
