Delivery story 112 McDaego writes: On one delivery I was on, I had a little trouble finding the house. I drove around for a minute, creeping the street, trying to find this place. The one house I thought it may have been had a family cooking out in the backyard. I didn't think it was them who ordered because they already looked like they were cooking, but I said forget it and decided to see if the people bbq'ing were in fact the recipients of this pizza. When I got closer they stood up all excited for their pizza so I knew I was at the right house. It turns out they were only making s'mores, and guess what my tip happened to be? That's right. A s'more. That right there kind'a pissed me off since s'mores don't pay the bills, but to top it all off the s'more sucked. It was the worst damn s'more I ever had in my life. The marshmallow wasn't even cooked. After one bite of its marshmallow suckiness, it become a new lawn ornament on their front yard. I delivered a pizza to a house I had never been to before. I was greeted by their 14-year-old porker son in their empty driveway. Lardo asked me the amount for the pie ($12.75) and with the biggest shit eating grin on his face asked me if I liked being a delivery boy. I told him it's alright. Then he handed me exactly $12.75 and told me to keep the change as he waddled to the backyard laughing. Man, I've never wanted to a duff a kid so bad in my life.