Getting Followed

So I’m sitting by the pool of my new building, when some dude in a recognizable brown and red shirt walks by with bags of food.

“Delivery?”

“from where?” says some lady from the pool.

“The Daily.” he replies.

WTF! Ghost of my old building! I am not going back, I won’t!!! I can’t believe they deliver poolside over here. I will never be able to get away from those horrible sandwhiches I had so many times only because they were so convenient. Fack!