Delivery

It’s honestly kind of ridiculous when you think about it. During the pandemic, I was out there delivering groceries like it was my full time civic duty. Instacart. Postmates. DoorDash. Running around empty streets, masked up, wiping everything down, making sure people got their oat milk and frozen dinners so they didn’t have to leave the house. At the time, it felt important. Necessary. Like, okay, this is how I’m helping the world not fall apart.

Now? I can’t even get back on the apps because they’re “full.” Full. The same companies that once sent nonstop notifications begging for drivers suddenly have no room. It’s wild how fast that flipped. One minute you’re essential, the next you’re surplus. No parade, no thank you, just a polite message telling you to check back later.

I guess that’s how it goes. The crisis ends, the memory fades, and the people who kept things moving quietly get pushed to the side. Still kind of funny though. I saved the world with grocery bags and hand sanitizer and now I can’t even get scheduled to deliver a burrito. Life has jokes.

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