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I Couldn't Get Off the Ride
I didn’t plan to become a delivery driver.
I just couldn’t get off the ride.
735 deliveries
in sixty-six days.
Today is March 19.
Five stars.
Every time.
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.
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