It still makes me laugh thinking about the day I tried to bring home a washer I found on Facebook Marketplace. The price was unbeatable, the machine was practically new, and I was feeling pretty proud of my negotiation skills. There was just one little problem. I didn’t think about how I was going to get it home.

I remember the exact moment I swore I’d never ask my friends to help me move anything again. It was a sweltering Saturday in August. I had just scored an old farmhouse table from an antique shop in Valley Cottage, and I was hell-bent on getting it into my apartment that same day. Seemed simple. Call a buddy, borrow his truck, maybe bribe him with pizza. Right?

A few months ago, I spotted a mint-condition leather armchair on Facebook Marketplace. The kind of chair you see in a Restoration Hardware catalog—low-slung, solid, with that lived-in tobacco color. The seller was moving out of Nyack and letting it go for a hundred bucks. I clicked “interested” without even thinking.

Then I remembered: I drive a Lacrosse Buick.

Last fall, I spotted the exact dining set I’d been looking for on Facebook Marketplace. Solid oak. Light finish. Clean lines. A little rustic, a little modern. And get this—$250, only used once for staging a home sale in Pearl River. The only catch? It was 18 miles away and I drive a Subaru.

I’ll be honest with you — I didn’t grow up dreaming of delivering couches.

When I started, I was just a guy with a decent car, a need for extra income, and a friend who flaked on helping me move a used dresser off Facebook Marketplace. That one delivery changed everything. I didn’t just move a dresser that day — I stumbled onto a $1,000-a-week side hustle, and eventually, a six-figure delivery business. And guess what? I never looked back.

If you’ve ever tried getting a couch off Facebook Marketplace into your third-floor walk-up, you already know why this matters. Last summer, I found the perfect mid-century modern loveseat for just $75. Only problem? The seller was across town and I drive a sedan.

Three months ago, I was flat broke.

I had just left a job I hated. Burned out. Bills piling up. No backup plan. And while scrolling through my bank app one morning, I saw $8.43 in my checking account and almost laughed. Not because it was funny, but because it felt so absurd. Eight bucks and change to my name.

I remember the day I tried to haul a vintage dresser up three flights of stairs. It was a Craigslist find, a steal at $50, but moving it? That was a different story. My sedan was too small, my friends were busy, and renting a truck felt like overkill. That's when I discovered on demand delivery apps, and let me tell you, they've been a game changer.

Let me start with a confession.

A few months ago, I bought a gorgeous vintage armchair off Facebook Marketplace. One of those mid-century modern pieces with buttery leather and solid walnut legs. It was a steal at $300—but the seller made one thing clear: “You gotta pick it up today. No delivery.”

Now, I live in Nyack. The seller? Brooklyn.

Since signing up, I’ve made more money, had way more control over my schedule, and I’ve even met people I actually like delivering for. This isn’t another gig app. It feels more like being part of something that respects your hustle.