Door Dash Chronicles #1

Lost my bag the other night, on a dash that was a little wild but I'll tell the whole story and give away the ending - I got it back, and will provide picture a s a p.

Got to Perkins late in the evening for the last dash and it was a small package with a couple of cream desserts in it and it took a while. I have found that Perkins is the opposite of fast food - while the others have their orders ready when I get there, Perkins almost never does and so I and my impatience occupy their main dining room while I wait for them. I often wonder if I am this impatient (sometimes pacing) naturally even though I'm retired, or whether Doordash makes me this way, and I suspect the latter, but that's beside the point.

These two cream desserts, or whatever they were, had as delivery address Galesburg 61401, and led me to the Broad & Main circle in the center of town, to a specific but empty corner of it. What the heck I thought and drove off to where it told me to go. But coming onto the corner of Academy and Main, just over the bridge as I was coming from Henderson, I was the first car to come upon a dramatic accident. there was plastic and glass all over the place and some left-turning vehicle and the car that smashed it were still in the middle of the road. A police car was heading down from the circle.

I put on my blinkers though I was the only car to come from the west. I considered getting out to see if everyone was ok but the policeman was right there and I decided it was best to go on my way with my dash. This was easier said than done since a firetruck within minutes came around and blocked my way.

Finally I got to that spot on the roundabout in the center of town. Nobody was there. I drove around the roundabout a time or two to see if anyone was out there waiting for me. The guy who ordered it was Juan something so I thought if I could see a Mexican-looking guy I'd stop and ask him. No luck. Finally I got on my phone and complained to Dash and they popped out with an address way out on the east side, off Soangetaha, and off I went.

When I got to that place there was somebody who appeared to be Juan to pick up the order, and he was grateful. Apparently his biggest problem with English was that he never figured out how to put the address into the dash instructions, but he did have an address and he did pay real money, obviously. Fortunately the food wasn't hot so a little delay was not a huge problem. Out Soangetaha, there's a creek and it turns into woods pretty quickly but a lot of people actually live out there, and it's a long ways.

When I got home I realized I had lost my bag, but my first order on Saturday was to Perkins, and they had it. Had I left it there? Or dropped it in the parking lot? Not sure, but at least I got it back. It's falling apart a little; I'm not sure it holds the heat the way it used to. But I guess people should be grateful I at least try to hold the heat. Some of these orders go a long way, and that's not only in distance.