Home delivery, a necessary evil

You open the door and there is a guy in full bike gear. He has his helmet on so you can't see his face. He could be your relative.

“B8?” He asks. You say, yeah. He removes a bottle from his big bag. It's alcohol. He made it to your house in a record time of 15 minutes. That's how fast it is to get alcohol now; from your phone, on an app. You can get anything. You can get a date from an App, food, a plane ticket, a hotel room, a lap dancer, a masseuse, mangoes and pawpaws; all delivered to your doorstep.