Delivery story 138 Chris writes: Both of these stories happened to me during my first few years in college while working for a franchised Little Caesars in SE Michigan. At the particular store I was at, it was basically me and one other driver (James) that handled the deliveries, with only one of us working at a time. I was scheduled to work an extra day during one week in the summer because James requested the day off in advance. Hey, more money for me as it was a Friday night. But I never thought I would run into him three times during that night. It turns out, he helped organize a bachelor party at his friend's house, which just happened to be in my delivery area. First time out, it was just a few large pizzas, not too many guys around, and he tipped nicely (which is to be expected from another driver.) Second time out, more cars -- along with more people -- showed up and it took a few minutes to find James and get the money and a nice tip for the pizzas. The third and final time was the best. James and his buddies were just about three sheets to the wind. He stammered about finding more money and told me to go inside into the living room and make myself comfortable. I headed in, walked into the kitchen and peered into the living room where there were two bare-ass-naked women giving the bachelor the time of his life. One of the guys standing around noticed me and asked if I was enjoying the scenery. I told him it sure beats looking at the hillbillies on the other side of town. I think I ended up with $20 in tips just from those three deliveries, which were all about 5 blocks from the store. This second story happened only a few months after I started working at LC. We got a call for a couple of pizzas, some salads, and some 2-liters. It probably came to $25 or so. I headed down the street and noticed cars parked on both sides in front of every house and completely clogging one driveway. I noticed a beefed up Camaro and some newer Rangers and S-10's and thought, "Oh great, a bunch of teenagers." As soon as the door opened, I knew it was not. Instead, two women in their mid-30's opened the door. One had a large, black, floppy, tube-like thing hanging over her shoulder while the other was completely nonchalant. We exchanged the money and the food and I started to head back to the car. The woman with the "apparatus" on her shoulder asked me to step inside for a moment. This was a safe neighborhood, they were 30-something women, a hospital can be seen from their porch, and they tipped me $7, so I obliged. I stepped into the landing and turned into the living room. The room was completely full of (fully dressed) women and a chorus of "oooohhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" was raised from them. Then they wanted to have a picture taken with me. Now I was starting to reconsider, but still said okay. I hid the bag so no logo was seen and let three of them pose around me. The woman with the black thing did some weird, freaky poses. They thanked me and sent me on my way. When I got back to the store, I told my manager what happened and it turned out I delivered to a "sex toy party" and he filled me in on exactly what they are. At that point, I realized what she had on her shoulder. return to top