It starts as a normal delivery, albeit at a pretty fancy-looking house. You’ve just set the food down, when a pushy voice rings out from inside.

Hey you! DoorDash!

You lean your head against the door.

Hellooooo? Can you hear me? Could you please bring the food inside! I don’t wanna get up.

Maybe you shouldn’t, professionally, but this house seems like the type where you might get a ridiculously large tip if they really like you. You open the door cautiously, and there she is - your customer, Jill - taking up nearly the whole sofa by herself with her stunning obesity. Her loungewear, though ill-fitting, looks more expensive than you could possibly afford.

Hey! I don’t think I’ve seen you before… are you just starting DoorDash?