Oh, Fresh Direct, I do love you. You're so convenient--you come over when I command it, you take away the burden of heavy lifting, and you allow me to fulfill my desires without even having to speak.
Why, then, must you force me to question your merits when you so blatantly and inexplicably throw such waste in my face? The Manhattan consumer is trying to reduce his carbon footprint and shun the wanton, 20th-century, senseless glorification of excess packaging, and then you give me this? A single container of milk--organic though it may be--delivered to me in a cardboard box with enough spare space to host a litter or two of puppies?
There must be a better way. I like you, I really do, but I just don't know if we can keep going on like this.
