Another Night of Volunteering

You never know who you’ll get. It could be the obvious sexter who begins each conversation with, “Hi I’m [insert generic female name here] and I’m embarrassed” or the one who repeats the same issue for hours and wants a free daily therapist or maybe the one who lashes out because you can’t magically delete their problems though even if you could, well, wouldn’t you use some of that magic to get rid of your own?

Then, there’s the “starts off normal but becomes sketchy” type. They present a common problem such as being depressed or dealing with heartache, but midway into the conversation, they shift gears.

“You know what’d be cool?”

“What’s that?”

“If there was DoorDash for hookers.”

“DoorDash for hookers?”

“Yeah, you could choose whichever hookers you wanted and get them delivered to your home whenever you need them. You wouldn’t have to go out and find anyone. They’d just come to you.”

You wonder, how’d we go from discussing a failed relationship and a death in the family to hookers? Still, …