“What the fuck? You don’t actually get Uber Eats, do you?” he asks, horrified. “All the time.” I shrug. “Are you serious?” he stammers. “You actually give strangers access to your food?” “They’re delivery drivers. Why wouldn’t I?” “They see a meal for one. Put some Rohypnol into your food, wait for half an hour until they know you’ve eaten it and are unconscious, and then come back, break in, and take advantage of your body.” He dusts his hands in front of him. “Boom, easiest crime in history.”
I’m dead 😂😂😂
