The ends of Corey’s lips curled into a sly grin and he flashed Nicki a wink.
“Know what I love?” Corey asked to no one in particular. “Home delivery. I can sit on the couch an order anything I want. Literally anything. It’s the best thing ever. I was even thinking of make it a New Years resolution to never leave my house again.”
The air was instantly sucked from the room. Everyone fixed their eyes on Linda. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes narrowed into a menacing glare pointed at Corey.
“Home delivery is a scourge on society,” she grumbled. “And we’re all going to hell-in-a-handbasket because of it.”
“That may be true, but you can’t beat the convenience, am I right?” countered Corey.
A wide-eyed Nicki turned to Corey. “Why?” she mouthed.
“Convenience? At what cost? The complete absence of any meaningful social interaction, not to mention the rising cost of health care due to growing obesity because no one ever leaves their couches,” ranted Linda.
“That’s not true at all. People get off their couches to go to the front door and have a meaningful social interaction with the delivery driver,” said Corey.
“That doesn’t count!”
Corey laughed. “It’s the wave of the future. It’s not my fault some people can’t handle change.”
“It’s about destroying the future,” concluded Linda.
“I’m sure the dinosaurs said that about mammals, too,” quipped Corey.
Linda shot icy daggers from her eyes as a chill settled over the room. The silence was broken by the dinging of the doorbell.
“Pizza’s here,” announced Corey.
“I’ll get it. It’s time I got some meaningful social interaction,” sneered Linda.
Corey smiled as Linda answered the door. He leaned over to Nicki and whispered. “And that’s how you get someone to pay for the food.”