My eighteen year old nephew drives for a restaurant delivery company. He told me this story this week, and I asked if I could share because it’s adorable and wholesome.
He got an order for a made-to-order burrito chain restaurant: two kids meals, and nothing else. A little strange, but he picked up the order and drove it to its customer.
The house was large and fancy, and had a smart doorbell. My nephew pushed the button.
“Hello?” a male voice said.
“Hi. I’m from the delivery company. I have your order.”
The man shouted. “Goddammit, Marla, stop giving the kids the password!”
The sound of feet clomping down the stairs followed.
The door opened. Two girls, twins, about six years old, excitedly took their kids meals from my nephew.
And this, my friends, is why you should stop giving the kids the password.