My Mom

My mom owns a ice cream shop in Texas. Behind the store is a small creek and some people might consider it a bayou. She asks the ice cream truckers to deliver the ice cream through the back door. The ice cream is dropped off late late at night so my mom is not there to make sure they follow her instructions and knows in the morning when she sees the floor and her scratched freezers.
One day my mom is at the store when the ICT (Ice Cream Trucker) is making is drop and reminds him of her request.

Mom: Please use the back door when you are delivering the ice cream.
ICT: I do.
Mom: Really? I know you're using the front door because you're scratching my freezers. Pls use the back door.
ICT: It's faster if I deliver through the front door.
Mom: It's the same distance b/c all the ice cream needs to be in the backroom.
ICT: There aren't any lights back there so it's hard to see.
Mom: The moonlight provides enough light or carry a flashlight
ICT: What if an alligator comes out of the water?
Mom: Then run. Pls use the backdoor.