My wife was expecting our first child. I was out of town — traveling for work, like I often was. A package arrived downstairs. She couldn't go get it. And we didn't know a single neighbor in our entire building.
So she called her best friend — who lives 11.8 miles away — to drive over and carry it upstairs.
Her best friend drove 56 minutes round trip. For a package sitting 30 feet below our door.

Then it became the everyday stuff. A pack of bottled water. A case of soda. Diapers we forgot to add to the last order. Every single time the same routine — open the app, pay a $7 delivery fee, add a tip, wait 90 minutes, watch a driver crawl across town.
"$12 in fees and an hour and a half — for a $4 pack of water."
And the whole time, someone in our building was already at the store. Already in the parking lot. Already walking past the aisle we needed. They would've grabbed it in 30 seconds and been happy with a few bucks for the trip.

That neighbor exists. They just had no way to find you.
nayboh is that way.