An Open Letter to: To Go People

When I order food over the phone and then show up before you tell me I need to, it means I would like to pay so that the moment my food gets done, I can whisk it way to wherever I am going and it won't be too cold. I think this is a pretty logical thing to do. However, when I showed up to pay for my not-done-food, you walked your ass back to the kitchen to "check on it". I don't care what stage it's in. I came because I wanna pay for it. And then you bring me my food. Now I need to pay. "Oh wait let me get your iced tea". Wait to see how muched I've tipped, then go and get said tea. On the way back, with me holding the bag of chilling food, you bring me tea that has no ice in it. It has melted. Thanks asshole.