I deliver meals in Brooklyn and Queens, and I am logging more miles than ever. Since this all started, I’ve really seen how we need each other.
There was one lady in Queens, probably in her late 70s, and you could tell she wasn’t leaving her home at all. When I arrived, she shuffled to the door and her face lit up. You could see she was so thankful.
Orders have gone up, and I am earning better tips in addition to “perks” from DoorDash, where you make more money for working certain hours. I’d estimate that I’m making 20 percent more.
I run into other delivery people sometimes. But we can’t really talk because we are six feet apart. Sometimes it’s giving each other a knowing look like, ‘It’ll be alright. Just keep on going.”
And when someone comes to my own door with a fresh hot meal, it’s a joy.
— As told to Kirsten Fleming
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