"Every misdelivered order is like my wrong position opening."

I went out at six o'clock today and took two orders: one for Zhao Yiming and one for lemon tea. I delivered Zhao Yiming's order to the lemon tea place and the lemon tea to Zhao Yiming. The most interesting part was that both orders were #19. I ended up contacting both customers to swap them back, making two round trips.
The third delivery was for Mixue Bingcheng. The pickup was on the face, and the delivery was at the apartment next door. From pickup to delivery, I kept thinking this order was finally fine. When I got downstairs to the customer's place and called them, they said it was the wrong delivery—their address was incorrect. The correct address was in the apartment next door. I finally went to the right spot and handed the takeout to their girlfriend.
After that, I didn't take any more orders. I rushed all the way to Wanda, hoping to get some downtown deliveries.
The fourth order came in: pickup at Wanda and delivery at Zhongyuan Futa, 8 kilometers away. When I got there, it was a newly built apartment with no lights at the entrance. I asked a delivery guy for directions and delivered it to 1205, but the customer was actually in 1215. I was chatting with a friend in the elevator lobby when the girl from 1205 came out and said she hadn't ordered anything. I knew I was screwed—wrong delivery again. I checked the order, and the customer's location was set to private. After thinking carefully, it was 1215. I went there and knocked on the door—it was the right one. No mistake, delivered correctly.
I was considering logging off when suddenly another order came in—the fifth one. The pickup was nearby, and the delivery was 2 kilometers away—a big hamburger. After arriving, I went to pick up the order. I saw there was a Coke in the meal, and I wanted one too, so I bought a cup and then went to deliver it. There was a big pothole on the road, and the plastic bag for the Coke broke, but luckily I caught it. I looked down—where's the hamburger? Did it fall? Did I forget it? After thinking it over, it seemed like I only bought myself a Coke and left the meal at the restaurant. I messaged the merchant to ask if they were still at the shop, and they said yes. When they called me, my phone showed it was off. (The SIM card is six years old and has aged. When I insert it, it doesn't show a signal. The rider account is tied to this number, and I haven't changed it.) Then I went back to pick up the meal, laughing so hard my stomach hurt on the way—it was just too surreal. After getting the meal, I went to deliver it without any issues.
At the end of the story, I went home—16 kilometers, riding for over 40 minutes, arriving home at ten o'clock. Four hours, earnings: 27.6 yuan. It was surreal, hilarious, and not a single delivery went normally. Life's margin for error is huge. Every time you mess up, there's a chance to make up for it. The process is bumpy, but the result is the same. Those absurd wrong orders are actually the heavy breaths of life.