One of my deliveries tonight was to Joyce... and she wasn't home! LOL I put the prescription bag on my piano to take to her later.
I am always intrigued by people's houses when I do deliveries. People seem to be divided into two camps: neat as a pen and horribly messy. One lady's house I delivered to tonight was filled with junk. You almost couldn't get to the door so much junk was scattered about with countless cats sitting on everything. The house reeked of a long unattended litter box, and I couldn't wait for her to pay me and get on my way. I've owned cats before, but decided I never wanted to scoop or clean another litter box so abstained from getting another.
My final delivery was a younger African American lady who just didn't have a way to get to the drug store. She turned out to be one of the nicest and most talkative persons I have delivered to since I started work. "Thank you, baby," she told me even though I couldn't have been much younger than her.
On the way home, I filled up the drug store's delivery van with gas. It cost over fifty bucks. Luckily, All I had to do was charge it to my father's account. I am always uneasy when I do that fearing they will not know who I am and will want me to pay cash. Can't squeeze blood out of this turnip as the old saying goes.