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Well, that's not suspicious at all!

...Did we get a receipt? What's the total?

You check your receipt again. Exactly $50. Damn, that's so satisfying for some reason.

Anyways... better get this food home. Fortunately you don't live far from the store, and the overland streets aren't too crowded. Might even be good to try walking here more often. Theoretically. Soon enough you pull in at your parking space and carry the goods back to your apartment, fumbling a bit with the keys as you've got a bag under each arm.

Huh... it occurs to you that, with a job like this, you could come home and take a break whenever you wanted. Well... if there was much really to do in here. You've got a TV, a few DVDs below it, a small collection of books in the bedroom... that's about it, really. No computer. You've just been using your phone for all your net needs. Guess you could always come in and take a nap or eat something though. You bring the food over to the kitchen nook in the back and start loading it into the nearly empty fridge. You're good about not letting anything go to waste, at least.

With everything where it should be, and the paper bags stored away for later use, you take a look at the time. 7:46. Alright, there's probably still some of the morning hustle and bustle to take advantage of.

You can do it!

Granted. This results in wishes being incredibly long and tediously worded to cover every eventuality, and corruptions that are non-sequiturs to the content of those wishes and hence unsatisfying.

I wish I'd seen the actual latest wish to corrupt rather than the one a few pages back, which made me look foolish :v

Hearing a lot of talk of High Rock. Think it'll be set before Skyrim?

You usually just use ATMs, but you also usually don't deposit cash. Better safe than sorry, you figure. You start heading to the bank. Well, technically it's a credit union, but "bank" is shorter. It's not very far, and soon you're entering the little two-story office. Jeez, you're not sure you've been in here since you opened your account.

There's an open counter with a nameplate on it reading "Petra Farooqi," and the woman sitting on the other side looks up as you approach. "Yes?"

"Given the weird things that have been going on with this job I'll probably be coming around here a lot more. See ya around."

"Oh... uh, sure. See ya!" Steve waves, and fits his headphones back on as you start driving away.

Well, that was... Steve. Looks like you shouldn't take any passengers for half an hour, so you'd best think of another way to use this time. Perhaps you could take this time to make a grocery run, deposit Roger's money, or just chill out. Or maybe something else.

"Just two days. And it's... different. Mind, I've only given three rides so far, but you would not imagine the kind of people you meet."

"No shit?"

"Yeah... anyways, thanks for the help."

Steve nods. "You're gonna want to leave the patches alone for maybe half an hour. Probably should have brought that up earlier but, I didn't know. Sorry."

"It's alright, I could probably run an errand or two."

As you start the car and prepare to pull out of the shop, Steve leans towards the window. "Don't be such a stranger, Elly, uh? Good luck with the ridesharing!"

Drive home and start the repairs?

"Well, thanks, Steve. I should head out and put this patch on, then."

"Hey, wait, Elly," Steve holds up his hand. "How about I help you put those patches on? It's not like we've got anyone else in shop right now."