a classic melt with cajun fries

The Denny’s I frequently deliver from has three different ghost kitchens. On the DoorDash app, they are listed as a Denny’s, Bando’s Burritos, and The Meltdown. They’re all the same kitchen, but there’s an obvious benefit to being listed as three separate establishments. It’s a way of tricking people into thinking that the venue is specialized in a thing, when in reality they’re just a generic diner. I can’t speak to the morality of the practice, but I’ve been confused on more than one occasion when I’m tasked with picking up from Bando’s Burritos in a non-existent lot. Either that or the GPS directs me to a Denny’s, and I’m left wandering a plaza looking for a kitchen that both does and does not exist.

There’s this guy, David B., that orders the same order from The Meltdown nearly three times a week. He gets a Classic Melt with Cajun Fries around 7 PM. I can’t predict when he’ll order, but my on-call time seems to align with his dining schedule. He lives in a dilapidated apartment complex with very dim lighting, and while I’m sure people live there, it certainly seems haunted. The instructions are always the same, leave the order on a fold-out chair next to a dirty, wire screen door. I’ve never seen activity from the apartment, and the only clue I have as to its occupancy comes from the porch light. I’ve never once met David B., but I often imagine what he might be like. Is he a lonely dude? Is he so tired that he can’t buy his own cheese melt ingredients? What kind of work does David B. do? Does David B have family? What ethnicity do you think David B would be?

Am I delivering food from a ghost kitchen to a ghost of a person?