The woman at the counter of the Thai place favors me with a look of pity. "Uhh, we don't have an order from anybody named 'Scott?'" she says, slowly, as if I might be stupid. "Maybe you ordered from a different restaurant?"
Rage mounting, I consult my phone and, sure enough, we ordered pickup from a Thai restaurant of the same name approximately 9 miles away, in Manhattan, where there's no way I'm going to go pick it up.