Back home, I pulled out my notebook and jotted down the day's earnings: [Day 1 of street vending: Sold 43 toys, net profit of 300 dollars. Due to the accident, I received 10,000 dollars in compensation. Total earnings for the day: 10,300 dollars. Taking tomorrow off. Injured, need a month to recover.]
"See? Making money isn't that hard," I thought.
Running a street stall turned out to be too risky, so after some thought, I decided to try food delivery. I figured, "Hey, just deliver a few meals, and it should be easy to make a hundred bucks a day, right?"
Once I made up my mind, I bought myself a deluxe electric scooter and submitted my application to a delivery company. They accepted me right away.
Each delivery paid two dollars, so I decided to cap myself at 20 orders a day, leaving the rest of the time for some well-deserved relaxation. But I didn't expect the system to go nuts and keep sending me orders non-stop. After helping an elderly lady cross the street, I was now dangerously close to missing the time limit.