On weekend nights, I'm the concierge at an upscale apartment building in a very affluent neighborhood. The age range for this building's tenants is 25 - 95. You have to be very wealthy to live here (many young doctors, professors from an Ivy League school, judges, etc.) The rents here are ridiculous, but the kitchens are fully equipped with the newest appliances. Every two years, apartment kitchens get a 'makeover' and all appliances are replaced after five years (no matter the condition of them).
There's a Whole Foods and brand new Trader Joe's just blocks away from the building (five minute walk to each). Across the street from the building you can find: a diner (breakfast / lunch) , a Mexican restaurant, an Italian restaurant, pizza parlor, 2 Asian restaurants (one Thai, one Japanese), a gourmet deli, a seafood restaurant, an Irish pub (best corned beef ever), Starbucks, a French bakery, a noodle shop, a steakhouse, a Vegetarian restaurant, a wine bar and an American bistro. All different price ranges, and all different offerings. Most importantly - except the Starbucks - all locally owned, and in a family for many years. (These restaurants are mixed in with locally owned boutiques and small retailers - a really nice mix of retail).
All night on Saturday and Sunday, Door Dash and Uber Eats make their way into the lobby to deliver food. What are they delivering? Panera, Domino's, McDonald's, Burger King, KFC, Jersey Mike's, Panda Express. Whom are they delivering to ? The 25 - 50 year olds (both singles and couples in the building). Some of the older gay guys (over 70 years old).
Granted, I don't mind seeing the hot Latino guys in their shorts and muscle shirts delivering the food and asking - very politely - where the resident lives. Those guys are 'trainers' at the gym all day and do this as a side hustle to make extra money (so they tell me). They're polite and friendly. They take this side hustle seriously. One hot guy named Juliano told me he always picks up 'Mr. Jones' order and Mr. Blair's order when he sees them come up - he knows the guys are gay and is 'crushin' on him'. So when he delivers the small pizza to Jones' apartment, he gets a big smile from him and a $20 bill. He brings the KFC to Mr Blair (another old queen) and gets another $20. He leaves the building $40 richer by delivering a pizza and a chicken sandwich. He knows how to play the game (and both guys are wealthy older queens).