Delivery story 158 DAMNTIPS writes: I have been delivering for about 6 months and live in a tourist town so the stories are many. I would say I thought delivering was a crappy job and I would not make any money out of it but I was wrong. I make a pretty good penny for the amount of work. I don't want to brag too much. A customer might see it and add it to their long list of reasons not to tip. A couple of nights ago I delivered to a place called Scotts Ave. This place is not on our delivery map. Not on my road map. It's a freaking twilight zone. It's nowhere to be found. So I called the customer to make sure I wasn't walking into a clever robbery plot. She explained that it's really hard to find and said the last couple of drivers took at least 45 minutes to find, at least. I was thinking I should get directions so I can get there fast. You know, they will appreciate it and I will get a nice tip. She gave me exact directions and now I knew exactly where I was going. Their pizza order was taken, made, and at their door in exactly 21 minutes. That is awesome service. Our delivery time was 35 to 45 minutes. An incredibly obese man answered the door. I gave him his three pizzas and two orders of breadsticks and two orders of wings for a whopping 54.65. This lovely guy gave me a check for 55.50 -- what an awesome guy. (frown) I walked back to my car defeated again. A worthless country hick somehow ended up in a trailer in the city instead of one in the woods next to a landfill. Here is a lighter story. Drunks and Mexicans are my favorite customers and Panama City, FL is full of them. These Mexican guys live in the restaurant they own, so they order pizza out of it quite a lot and tip GREAT!! I had an order to them and a hotel, so I was happily on my way. The hotel was first. Knock! Knock! A man answered the door extremely drunk. He said, "Come in, pizza dude. My girlfriend is naked in the bathroom ha ha ha!" I was thinking he should be in their throwing up. Nonetheless, his pizza and chicken kickers was 9.60. This lovely ol' chap gave me 15. Awesome. He didn't stop there. He said, "Honey, do you have any ones?" "Oh no, it's 9.60 sir," I interrrupted, "This is more than enough." Then he said something I wish was in the minds of everyone who ordered pizza. He said, "No, man, I really appreciate you guys risking your cars and lives for my fat ass to eat." He dug out five or six more dollars and I left with a fat $ 11 tip! The Mexican restaurant was four blocks up the road. I didn't even have to knock. These guys came out as soon as I pulled up, took the $ 15 pizza out of the bag, and handed me a twenty. I made about 20 bucks off of two deliveries. That was definitely one of my better nights out there on that lonesome highway! return to top