jcollie719 | I'm fine, really

I've found myself using the word "fine" a lot when people ask me how I am. Most of the time, fine means not great but not terrible. When I use it with the furry artists who message me while I'm working, there's usually an unspoken "now quit bugging me" after it.

During my last delivery Monday night, the customer asked me to take a picture with his friend who was passed out drunk in the back of a truck.

While delivering today, I discovered my car was overdue for an oil change. In a bit of perfect timing, I got a catering order for an hour later after I pulled into a quick lube place.