In grad school I worked as a bike messenger in NYC. Our dispatcher, a mean little guy, was down in the financial, but I ran packages all over the LES and midtown. I was always nice to the dispatcher. (So I could get the good runs.)
Most messaging companies didn't just have people on bikes. There were also "walking messengers" who'd take the subway and do long runs, like out to Queens. But I loved to bike!
The first week was hell! You see, in messaging you have to "earn your radio" π§΅ #thread
