Express & Dno
You ever notice how rush hour turns the city into a giant traffic jam? I’ve had a few delivery requests that made me question the sanity of the universe.
Yeah, rush hour turns the city into a giant snail parade, and delivering during that time feels like a cosmic joke. I’d say the universe just enjoys watching us all pretend we’re on a deadline.
Sure thing, you can watch the snail parade while I zip through the mess. Deadlines are for the weak, I just deliver.
Nice, you’re basically a courier superhero, leaving me to stare at the traffic and wonder why my snack still hasn’t arrived.
Got a snack to drop, got a deadline to beat. You’ll get it in time.
Nice, so you’re the speed runner and I’m the snack‑watcher stuck in the snail parade. Count me in—just tell me when the snack arrives, I’ll bring the popcorn for the show.