Wok of Life
When we moved to this neighborhood, our home was inundated with restaurants that canvassed the area all summer, stuffing flyers in doors. Their full color brochures would have a menu, and a map illustrating where exactly they were located. This, I assumed, was so I could know how long it would take them to get to my house.
You see, a lot of the time during the week I don't have a car, and am stuck at home. So I was annoyed to discover that not one of these places delivered.
I found this all out the hard way -- by spending precious time picking out what it was I wanted to eat, calling up and ordering, and then hearing "That will be ready in ten minutes."
"Great," I'd say. "I'll just turn the porch light on."
"Oh, we don't deliver," they'd say. "Pickup only."
You know, maybe they should change their advertising strategy, then. Instead of a full menu, they can just put a photo of one of their more delicious dishes on a flyer, and underneath write: "Please see us."