doordash musings no. 1

I’ve been door dashing off and on for a few years now and I’ve observed some things.

People waste an incredible amount of money on food delivery. I often find myself delivering the same orders to the same people multiple times a week. They’re often only two or three miles away from the establishment and I really don’t understand why they’d pay triple for the convenience. I assume it’s because people either don’t like cooking, are bad at it, lazy, or tired. I think a lot of these people are simply exhausted after getting home from work.

When I do grocery deliveries I find that a lot of the food is prepackaged or microwaveable anyway.

A lot of dashers aren’t fluent in English, which is why you’re getting incorrect orders. They’re simply illiterate and incapable of following instructions.

Most of my deliveries are going to run down apartment complexes, and those are the people who should be spending the least on conveniences.

DoorDash pits its dashers against restaurants indirectly by inconveniencing both with what’s become a necessity.

DoorDashing is another step towards alienating and isolating people from what used to be a kind of mandatory socializing. People shy away from even interacting with us. I’ve often felt the eerie sensation of being watched while I drop orders off because people are aware that you’ve arrived. They simply don’t want to talk to you. That I kind of understand.

The people who do choose to engage with me are incredibly lonely.

There’s a secret, unspoken camaraderie between those who work in the service industry that you don’t see.

Very, very few people appreciate the delivery haikus I write for them.