I Couldn't Get Off the Ride

 

 

 

I didn’t plan to become a delivery driver.

I just couldn’t get off the ride.

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735 deliveries 

in sixty-six days.

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Today is March 19.

 

Five stars.

Every time.

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I like things done well.

 

Cleaning smudges off kitchen cabinets at six in the morning.

Vacuuming the entry before a dash.

A soft, clean bath towel in the evening.

 

Within the first week,

I became a Platinum Dasher.

 

I had three dollars in my bank account.

​Nothing from my divorce.

 

I needed a job

that paid the same day.

 

I applied to Uber Eats.

DoorDash.

Amazon. 

 

DoorDash approved me first.

I went with that.