In truth we don’t order pizza now. We’re too worried about cleanliness. And for that matter we don’t order any takeout period. But I’m getting off track. When we are delivered food it is a really uncomfortable thing. Grabbing the mask and shoes after letting the delivery person into the building.
Rushing to the door. Opening it up a crack. Seeing the delivery person bringing up the bags and…here’s the tough one: giving the tip.
My hand holds the tip. I reach out of the cracked door with bills. The delivery person takes them. It is a moment that reminds me of that famous painting “creation of Adam.” Google it. And no, I’m not in the role of God!