Aloha. We were both trapped in delivery limbo tonight, a short-staffed restaurant holding our apps hostage. You came in and sat at a table, trapped in the same fast-food vortex. I stepped over and joked that if I stopped staring at the counter, maybe the food would come out faster.
You told me it was a lesson in patience, and honestly, I needed that perspective. We talked shop for a few minutes—my best answer for why I was still waiting was that it’s like committing to your grocery store line. Ride or die.
My order popped up first and I had to dash, but I kept thinking about our brief chat while waiting (again!) at my next pickup. The algorithm rarely puts the same two drivers in the same spot twice, so I thought I’d reach out into the digital void because I don't know how else to find you to try on the glass slipper.
If you see this and want to grab a kombucha (where we don't have to wait quite so long for it), reply and tell me how many minutes I told you I'd been waiting.