Dear DoorDash Doppelgänger

In mid March, during my earliest memories of COVID beginning to upend my life, you placed your first DoorDash order. Roughly 2,987 miles away in southern California, you hastily set up your account using my email address. I assumed no malicious intent here. Perhaps the high anxiety of the day combined with your excessive hunger in that moment led you to add one extra letter or so to the email, thereby linking my contact information with your orders. You used your credit card for purchase and physical address for delivery, and so other than giving me the strange voyeuristic opportunity to lurk at your…