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Six years ago I was a Postmate after my regular hours at the mag I was working at at that time. We needed extra money for fertility costs, and I was tooling around NYC on my bike anyway.
I had this one customer one night and I still think about her years later - A THREAD 1/6
I had this one customer one night and I still think about her years later - A THREAD 1/6
That's how the order came in on my app. Obviously the red flags lit up greater than the 4th of July, but there weren't many orders coming in and I figured at least it'd be...amusing? Within minutes of taking the job, the texts started:
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My phone kept pinging as I headed to the deli counter in the Fancy Pants UES Grocery to actually take a pic of this turkey this woman so desperately needed but couldn't be bothered to get herself
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She even asked me to "taste" the turkey:
She was a woman OBSESSED with the juiciness of her poultry:
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She wanted me to keep pestering the poor woman behind the counter while also not trusting anything she or I said apparently. Additionally, it was clear to me that the woman was used to customers like this. I was super grateful for her.
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Finally *finally* she was convinced of the quality of the bird. Then it was on to the avocados.
Wanna know what she tipped me? $2.29.
Every so often I'll look at our 4yo and think, "I ate a stranger's turkey for you."
FIN
Wanna know what she tipped me? $2.29.
Every so often I'll look at our 4yo and think, "I ate a stranger's turkey for you."
FIN
