Sunday night is now my pizza night, the night of the week when I treat myself to a pizza from thee shop just up the road. I just got home from placing my order for later, and this evening I noticed something rather cool: I didn’t have to say anything. When I rolled up to the shop door, the lady recognised me. She knew what I wanted, and after confirming it with me also confirmed my address and the time I wanted it delivered. All I needed to say was ‘yes’, and after they had taken my money to pay I was free to go. The whole exchange was over in less than five minutes, and couldn’t have been more easy. It’s not that I have anything against communicating per se, but when you have to type what you need to tell people a word at a time, little things like this make life much more convenient.