I Delivered Food to the Devil’s House

A fat Dasher’s tale.

Image of fire skull by Craig Bak from Pixabay, Photo of burgers by Oliver Sjöström from Pexels overlaid and edited by the author on canva.com

What is it like to be a guest at the devil’s house? To have the will and opportunity to say, I’m ready to leave now? I was about to find out, as a new arrival in town. I had no job to speak of, and I needed cash, fast. I signed up to be a DoorDash Dasher.

There I was—standing in the Cul-De-Sac of a very nice suburban, Atlanta neighborhood…