After a long, busy (but good!) week at work, I decided I wanted to just pick up some take-out on the way home, plop down in front of the TV and space out.
So at 4:55, as I was preparing to leave, I called a local restaurant to place my order. "Hello," I said, "I'd like to place an order for take-out."
"Call back at five," said the voice. And then they hung up.
So I went to Fred Meyer and got pasta.