Chinese-food snafu

I'm a patient, tolerant man, but waiting three fucking hours for Chinese food that normally arrives within 20-40 minutes is a little much even by my standards. I ordered my food at 3:06 p.m. today, and the man at the other end told me the food "would take some time." At 6:06 p.m., I called the restaurant back and spoke with some ajumma who kept bellowing "Hello? Hello?" into the phone. I shouted that I had been waiting for three hours and asked her when the food was coming. "The guy left," she shouted back. It's been ten minutes since that exchange, and no one is knocking on my door. One thing's for sure: I won't be ordering from Myung-goong Chinese Food ever again. This is the first—and last—time I'll be placing an order with them. What a spectacular level of retardation.

UPDATE: the Chinese place just called me and asked me what I'd ordered. Stupid motherfuckers. I guess the delivery guy never actually left. Anyway, I told them I was canceling the goddamn order. So there we are. I had wanted a late lunch, and now I'm going for a regular dinner. Christ. When I think about it, I've generally had pretty bad luck with ordering Chinese food. The only reason why I wanted to order from Myung-goong, today, was that their ad showed a new type of jjambbong done up with fish eggs. So, going against my own sense of foreboding, I placed the order. And look how that turned out.