You were home alone today, no parents, no annoying siblings. You didn’t feel like cooking either, comfortably settled on the couch, so you ordered some pizza.

After a while, you hear something fall outside kn the street, along with some muffle cursing. A few moments later your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find the delivery guy holding your boxes of pizza, a fallen scooter behind him on the sidewalk.

“That’ll be 11,50, please,” he said with an awkward chuckle.