Ahh sweet of my tooth, where art thou?

I have a question--why is it that when you are hungry, it is possible to call any number of restaurants, pizza shops, etc., and have dinner brought to your door, yet to my knowledge, there is absolutely no magical number at which you can throw some money and receive some sweets in thirty minutes or less.

Seriously--where is the cookie/cake/brownie hotline? Why does Dessert Dial not exist??

Huh!?

Perhaps this will be another one of my life goals...because frankly, I find it ridiculous.

Perhaps there would be fewer angry, PMSing women in the world if only it was easier to find that which we all crave. Is it too much to ask to have fresh cookies scoured with chocolate chip morsels delivered to my door when I feel an attack coming on?

I mean really. I'll tip you--just hand over the goods, dammit!