The First Order


I was putting on my helmet in the driveway to bike home when Nick, in a kind salutation of our two-hour conversation about his project came to a coda, asked for my website.

“It’s not finished, but in theory, I think you can order it, if you want to try it out, I guess,” I replied.

I told him the URL, and he pulled the website up onto his phone, and read aloud the default text, laughing at it. I hadn’t really done any customization to it at all. But, in theory, if I remembered my work from two days before, the shop was connected to the app that would connect to the printer, and all my work was done. The sale would, in theory, go through. And in a week, he would get a calendar shipped from Missouri.

“I like this,” he said somewhat jokingly, as he proceeded to scroll down, as I watched over his shoulder, both of us looking at the small screen in his hand.

“Oh, well there it is!”

He scrolled down, “Oh, and I can just tap to add it to my cart. That’s so easy. Okay, so two clicks so far.”

“And then proceed to checkout. Three clicks.”

At the bottom of the checkout screen were a series of buttons, the black one was Apple Pay.

I’d never tried that before. He tapped it, the fourth click. The Apple overlay screen appeared on screen, displaying his shipping address, his payment info, and it calculated the tax and shipping costs all automatically. He hadn’t typed anything in, just kept moving on to the next screen.

He entered his passcode, and I held my breath, uncertain of what would happen next as the small icon animated at the bottom of the screen. The order went through. Too easily, almost. Two seconds later the phone in my pocket buzzed in succession, I wasn’t entirely sure which service had a notification for me, but it meant that the logical train of actions had moved forward.

Relieved and yet also nervous, about all the other parts of the process that I was expecting to just work, I turned to him, “Well, you’re my first official order!” and we gave each other a high-five.

If it could be that easy (and no, not every sale would go that smoothly), if it were now that easy to sell a thing, maybe this whole thing would work out.

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