Delivery story 143 TooNiceNick writes: I deliver for Cottage Inn in Flint, MI. This one guy called up and sounded like he had some trouble ordering. It was taking him quite a while and his order was strange, to say the least. He orders a "nino" which is a personal pizza, 4 slices, very small. On the first half: sausage, bacon, ham, green and black olives. The second half had tomatoes, anchovies, broccoli, and artichokes. I took the order and we are fairly laid back, so I commented on his "strange order" and asked if he was sharing it with a vegetarian friend. He said, "No, I just like to eat vegetables sometimes." Okay. I told him the price and said it would be to him in 40 minutes. He gave me his address and I knew it wasn't in a great neighborhood and expected that the guy was a little "off" because it was a home for "special" people (I forget the actual name) even though I gathered this little tid bit from our phone conversation. I told him the price. It was somewhere around $3.70 due to all the toppings and he hands me two dollars. Just two dollars. I said that he needs to add a little more to that and the guy took off his shoe, his left one, and I saw a very dirty sock, a more dirt then white type of thing. There was the sight, then the smell. It hit me as I stood there and my gag reflex went off. It was that bad. He jingled the sock and counted out the remaining balance into my hand, with me helping the entire way. I gave myself exact change. Oh, come on. You would do the same thing, right? By far the worst delivery I ever had.