In the special delivery instructions field for the Banh Mi sandwich you’re delivering, the woman wrote, “Deliver me from this awful marriage to a man who gave up on himself years before I gave up on him.”
When you arrive at the house, the husband will answer.
“It’s over, guy,” tell him. “You both know it.”
Hand him the sandwich. He’ll point to your car. “You got enough gas in that thing to get me to the bus station?”
Tell him yes. He’ll hand the sandwich to his wife, hug her goodbye, apologize for the years of her life he wasted, then he’ll get in your car with you.
“You want the radio or…”
“I just want it to be quiet,” the husband will say.
You’ll make a couple of deliveries on the way. At the third one, the husband will say, “I knew a girl who used to live over here. Always wondered if she was the one I was supposed to end up with.”
“Maybe she still lives over here,” you’ll say.
You’ll knock on the door while the husband waits at the end of the walkway. When the door opens, he’ll see the woman in the light of her foyer and shout, “Carol?“
She’ll drop her sandwich and run out to hug the husband. He’ll tell her he’s recently single and she’ll say it’s about time and invite him in. They’ll give you a ten dollar tip, and it’ll just be another perfect night where the deliveryman made everything turn out okay.
Happy Special Delivery Instructions Day!