Saint Dasher
I was inspired to write this short piece by the photo that comprises the visual art for this piece. It was sent to me by my very own heroic dasher, who delivered a late dinner on a long work night.
Tax season and you’re starving. You’re buried under a stack of returns, and the deadline is looming over you like an ominous cloud. You can’t stop. Not tonight.
You’re working on tomorrow’s news. It’s a 2000-word front page shocker that just broke an hour ago. You’ve got four hours to press. You try and focus, but you’re so dang hungry.
You’ve been counting inventory, and it’s going into overtime. Your crew is sacked, but you’ve got just a few more hours. You’ve got to get them refueled.
You’ve settled in for a quiet weekend and you get a surprise visit from your in-laws. They hint at dinner but there is nothing in the house. You are wiped out. What can you do?
You’re a detective on a steak-out and you know you’re about to break the case, but your stomach is going to rat you out. Thanks to your partner for nocking back the last donut, and slice with the remains of that swill she calls coffee!
You need Saint Dasher! This hard-core logistician and master of sustenance has a calling. She sits in her van contemplating the hungry masses. Those poor souls who can’t take a break. Those trapped in awkward family settings. Those on whom the balance of justice, taxes, journalism, and in-laws rests!
She hears your cry over the internet and immediately jumps into action! Running to the places you can’t, she gets the sustenance you require. She braves the busy highways, the sordid alleys behind pizzerias. She runs past your cranky pets without fear.
She gets you what you need to make that deadline. She lifts your team’s spirits with pizza and soda! She brings deliverance from your intrusive and judgmental in-laws. She slips you some chow mein on the down low so you can stop crime!
St. Dasher sits waiting for you!