A different kind of domino's (pizza) experience

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My hands were in soapy water when the doorbell rang, but I quickly rinsed and dried them after being told to answer the door. A man stood before me with a big box in his hands, he was wearing a mask and gloves. I took the box from him, turning to set it down on the floor behind me. I turned back around to find that he was gone, already backing out of the driveway with a domino's light on the top of his car. I shrugged and shut the door, shouting to my relative that the box had been delivered. I walked the box into the dining room where I set it on the table, my relative already waiting with a knife to cut it open. Inside were three shirts, all in our individual sizes, and below that were several pizza boxes already made up. There was no dough, cheese, sauce or toppings. Those were things that we were meant to provide. There was instructions on how to make the sauce and dough, however, and where we could go to find the ingredients we would need. This was employment in the time of quarantine. [=][=] Then I woke up But not before finding out that we weren't meant to go to them, but rather them come to us.