Delivery story 139 Haley writes: I worked for Papa John's in a little town called Tell City, IN for 5 years. We delivered all over the county, and across the river to KY, sometimes going up to 40 miles one way for a delivery to schools and factories, etc. The funniest thing that happened to me happened one night around 8 or 9 PM. The delivery was to Burglen Hills which is the super nice area of our town. Big houses, nice yards, 2-car garages, except it's very dark, which often pissed me off, and the houses were numbered erratically. I spent many a night training new guys on how to find houses back there. Now, Burglen Hills is also very close to the store, a couple of miles, so it's a convenient delivery and they usually gave 2 bucks or more on a tip. We had a delivery out there for 2 pizzas, $20 bucks, and there was another run just out past the Hills to a poorer area, but not much further than the house I was going to, so I bagged them both and headed out. I got to the Hills house and like many houses out there, the house sits on top of a hill with a long driveway up to the house. The driveway can park like 4 or 5 cars down the hill, not outrageous but annoying if there are cars blocking, and sure enough, the driveway was full of cars, which meant I would have to hike up the hill. So I decided to take the further delivery first and come back. So I took it without a problem, got back to the Hills house, parked at the bottom of the driveway (blocking it which was one of my favorite things to do -- block people in, HAHAHA) and hiked up to the house. This house was very nice, and at the top of the driveway you have to walk along this porch to the front door. The porch takes you in front of one of those big nice bay-like front windows. Now I figured, since there were a bunch of cars, light on in the house, curtains pulled back on the window, front door open, that there would be several people there. I was wrong. As I walked in front of the window, I peeked in, expecting them to see me and avoid having to bust my knuckles on the door. But all I saw was the profile of one 15-year-old kid (approximately) sitting in a barcalounger. He was dressed only in a pair of red boxers and was holding a magazine with one hand (the one facing me.) It took a second, but it hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized this kid was in there, in full view of the window and open door, jerking off. I had to bite my lip not to laugh out loud. As I just finished passing the front window, I heard a loud "Oh my god!" come from the kid inside. I bit my lip harder. I stood to the side of the door so I could not see in and knocked. The kid walked to the door holding the magazine in front of him and handed me a 20 dollar bill and took the pizzas. I was nearly crying from not laughing. He slammed the door shut and said, "Oh my god!" again as I died laughing my way back to the car. I didn't even care there was no tip. That was priceless. What's even funnier was a lot of high school girls worked in-store for us (phones, makeline, etc) and I related the story to them and the description of the kid and last name and where he lives, and one of them knew him! Glad I'm out of high school. return to top