My elderly neighbor used to pay me $80 every other Saturday to drive her to the grocery store.
For almost three years.
Always the last Saturday of the month. Same supermarket. Usually the same 20-minute trip.
The strange part was that she barely ever bought anything.
A loaf of bread. Some fruit. Milk. Maybe a few frozen meals.
She could easily have had the groceries delivered.
I’d offer to carry the bags to her kitchen, but she’d always refuse. Then she’d hand me $80 and thank me like I’d done something extraordinary.
One afternoon, I finally asked her:
“Why don’t you just order delivery? It would probably be cheaper.”