Their dog had just died. I got up to the sidewalk and noticed a woman sprawled out face up on the driveway just screaming and bawling. I thought, “okay maybe (hopefully) I have the wrong house” I looked around at the other houses not trying to be nosey. Can’t find any addresses and pretty sure I’m at the right place, I throw caution to the wind and ask this lady if she is all right. She gets up and composes herself and acts like nothing’s wrong, we walk to her door together and she pays and explains and says she’s embarrassed, I said no problem, I would think of her loss for her, etc. They open their delivery and we FUCKED UP THEIR ORDER. Like, hey sorry you’re having a bad day. Let me reassure you that your life is out to get you and that all food service guys are retarded. The man of the house at that point came and relieved her of her box, as she had just kind of gotten angry and started bawling again. The last view I had was of them hauling out a fluffy tail and two legs hanging out of either side of a roll of carpet and laying it in the trunk of their jeep.
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