I Couldn't Get Off the Ride

 

 

 

I am sixty-five years old.

I have three dollars in my bank account.

Nothing from my divorce.

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He kept my paintings.

He wanted my art supplies.

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I needed a job

that paid the same day.

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I applied to Uber Eats.

DoorDash.

Amazon.

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DoorDash approved me first.

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So I went with that.

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I didn't plan to become a delivery driver.

I just couldn't get off the ride.

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On my first day

I started around 4:15 p.m.,

right at the beginning of the dinner rush.

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I made over $110—

$80.06 in the app,

the rest in cash tips.

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Wow.

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That morning,

I had three dollars.

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And now—

money was coming in.

Instantly.

From strangers.

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Just like that.

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