It was 3 a.m., and my stomach was literally screaming, so I ordered some takeout—just me, solo at home.
Being extra cautious, I added a note:
[Still out, haven’t made it home yet. Just leave the food at the door and snap a pic.]
About 30 minutes later, the delivery guy hit me up, like he was supposed to:
[Miss, your food’s on the mat. Grab it when you can.]
[Picture.]
The photo showed the food chilling right outside my door. I waited a few minutes, not trying to run into him, then got up to grab it. Just before I turned the knob, I glanced at my phone: [Driver’s current distance - 0 meters.]