OK time kill central. I ate a huge piece of cake that someone in the lab left out in the kitchen. It was the kind of cake that's soo good and is probably terribly cloggy. And then I stumbled (let my fingers do the staggering) upon this article about professionals in India who still get grandma's homecooked lunches sent to them everyday...by DubWallas. Which made me upset about eating the cake.
...where long commutes by train and bus are routine, Mumbai residents rely on an intricately organized, labor-intensive operation that puts some automated high-tech systems to shame. It manages to deliver tens of thousands of meals to workplaces all over the city with near-clockwork precision.
Unbelievable system of guys who can't read, but can bike hundreds of lunches and put them on trains and make sure that they arrive safe and edible.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/29/business/worldbusiness/29lunch.html?em&ex=1180670400&en=cc92fb88196f6466&ei=5087%0A
I wonder which little gopher strapped my cake on his back and delivered it to the grocery store?
5 comments:
I think the gopher's name was Claude.
KT what is your SKYPE name? Skype. There I said it. Skype Skype.
katie.schnolis.
Real original. I know.
What kind of cake?
yellow cake with white frosting....mmm love it love it love it. Though of course my favorite is chocolate with sour cream chocolate and whipped cream in the middle...which I have had in ... 20 years?
Uh oh
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