The Perfect Storm
When it all goes wrong
From the title, you’d think this will be about suffering a deluge of precipitation when I was far from home while DoorDashing. But no, this is about a delivery gone wrong.
Yesterday was a festival of stinkers. Either the shorties only paid $ 3 because the recipient ponied in zero for a gratuity — or the long stuff paid only $7 (also owing to a customer who added no…