[i]
Waking up at 11:05 a.m. Ana's snuggled up next to me, her legs across mine.
Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Banana.
A steady lunch rush.
Egg and Cheese Biscuit from Bojangles. Popped Potato Chips. Maple Leaf Cookie. Honey Black Tea.
Dinner is busy for a solo driver. But that's what I like about Sundays: I'm the only delivery driver on the clock besides the random help from Ming, the cook.
Apple. Fiberful Peanut Butter Chocolate Bar.
Delivering an order to Suhtai Court. It's hit or miss here; some people tip, some don't. I red-flagged this particular address as a non-tipper so I know what to expect and so I can slip in the bag one of those tipping memos that clearly states "Our Drivers Work For Tips". Anyway, this sweet and sassy black girl with the booty of the century answers the door. One of her male roommates is looking for money in the back. So I'm left waiting at the door with this girl. She's super attractive and she obviously knows it because she's wearing the tightest, shortest shorts I've ever seen. I don't even know what to say. Moving along...
This thick-accented Indian guy orders off Waterfront. I remember him ordering last night as well. The strange thing is when he answers the door his roommates are watching the transaction on the couch; one of them is recording video on their phone. The Indian guy acts overly friendly saying laughable things like, "What's up my nigga?" I'm not sure I understand what's happening here. Maybe they expect me to react or something. I guess I'll prepare a line when they order tomorrow night.
Off work and back home.
Leftover Cod Fillet. Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice. Maple Leaf Cookies.
Darren opens up a fortune cookie that reads, "Nothing happines [sic] unless first a dream."
[ii]
Sleep at some point.
[i] Pink Power Ranger. Peniche.
[ii] Image by me.
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