Dear Food Delivery Industry 0 439

Dear Food Delivery Industry

The delivery guy
Is supposed to deliver
Food.

The delivery guy
Should not deliver
“Compliments.”

The delivery guy
Should not deliver
Comments.

Especially not comments
Regarding my personal
Appearance.

Especially not comments
Directed at 16-year-old
Girls.

The delivery guy
Should not deliver
Requests.

Especially not requests
To call me up
Later.

Especially not requests
For my freaking phone
Number.

The worst part wasn’t
That I gave it
To him.

The worst part wasn’t
Even that I told him
Thank you.

When I should have said
Screw you.

When I should have said
Dear delivery guy,
Don’t call me
Cute.

Dear delivery guy,
Give me my damn
Food.

Dear delivery guy,
You can ask for
Tips.

But for future reference,
The numbers to my
Phone and age are
Off-limits.

Dear me,
A self-proclaimed feminist,
The worst part was that
You were wearing your
Feminist Club Shirt.

Dear me,
A self-proclaimed feminist,
Stop letting them
Win.

Dear me,
A self-proclaimed feminist,
You know better than
This.

Dear delivery guy,
Don’t make me get my
Phone.

Dear delivery guy,
Don’t have me come back
And stand in the cold
With You.

Dear delivery guy,
Don’t keep me home alone
With you.

Dear delivery guy,
Don’t make me wait outside
While you check that I
Gave you my actual
Number.

Dear food delivery industry,
Hire better men… or better yet
Hire women.

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I'm a 16 year old women's rights activist from Fort Worth, Texas. I'm the founder and president of the feminist club at my high school and a writer for "Women's Republic." I volunteer my time to my community and local women running for office. I am passionate about ending Texas state legislation that is harmful to women.

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