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Groundhog Day (Deja Vu All Over Again)
And the only couch potato
Ride ’em cowboy. It’s been another week during which DoorDash has actually let me work a few hours a day. That might have something to do with the temperature in New York being below freezing, a coating of dreaded snow, the wind speeds up to 40 mph.
New Yorkers wear their Canada Goose jackets when it’s 50 degrees! So ya gotta figure when the weather in inclement, that a lot of people pick up their phones, log onto their food delivery apps, and stay safe, sound, and warm at home.
As a result of the demand, DoorDash calls on the practice squad (that’s me) and lets us play in the game.
Delivering food in New York City on a bike always has those one-in-a-million shake your head moments. Yesterday I had two.
During the afternoon, my phone pinged for a delivery from a local grocery store I often avoid because it contains 24 bottles of something (which I can’t handle on a pedal pike using a backpack). But this one was a 24-pack of something smallish.
Exactly what it was I couldn’t discern. Somehow it struck me as having to do with contraband. This store has sent me on some sketchy runs at odd hours of the day to far off places with packets that weigh nothing. Basically, the dashes screamed drugs!
