That Time I Delivered Cheesecakes

That Time I Delivered Cheesecakes

On Tuesdays I’d stand with my arms crossed and chest out alongside the other delivery drivers. Most were older men who wore faded uniforms and reeked of cigarette smoke. This late in the afternoon, there wasn’t much conversation among them. We all just stood there, quietly, waiting for Salvo… [READ THE REST]

Written for Thought Catalog.

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