Delivery story 199 Blue Calx writes: I worked for various places over the years and I have a few fun stories. I accompanied an experienced driver on a mandatory training ride-along once. We delivered to a shoddy apartment complex and I climbed the stairs to the second floor apartment with her to make the delivery. The transaction was relatively uneventful, but the customer did stiff her. As we went back down the stairs, the trainer started to tell me, "Sometimes you'll get tipped, but other times..." I noticed the customer was still standing outside his door and could hear her. I tried to get her attention to stop her from saying what I knew she was going to say, but it was too late. She said it and the customer heard it. "... other times, you get some real cheapskates." He came down the stairs and gave her $5. I used to work with this guy, Steve, who was tall and really scrawny. One day while on a delivery, someone tried to rob Steve, but Steve, having 10 years of martial arts training under his belt, kicked the muggers ass and drove off. I used to deliver to this big, mustached, Mexican dude in his 30s. Each time, he insisted that instead of using the front door, I should meet him at his bedroom window, which was also at the front of the house. He always wore nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and each time the boxer shorts had different ridiculous patterns on them: sumo wrestlers, Spider Man, the Hulk, etc. I think he was my favorite customer. Once, a customer was particularly rude to one of our order takers. I believe she called her a retard. Anyway, she was ordering for her office, so when I took the delivery, I handed over the food to her and her boss paid me and gave me $5 extra. I handed the $5 back to him, thanked him anyway, but turned to the woman who ordered and told her right in front of her boss, that for future reference, it might not be such a good idea to be so rude and unprofessional over the phone with someone who ultimately has control over the food you plan on eating. Of course, the pizzas were unharmed. I was just messing with her. She ended up calling the store, and halfway back to the shop, my manager called me and told me to go back and refund their money because they were afraid something had been done to the food. Upon arrival, I refunded their money, took the pizzas back and asked, "So nobody wants these, eh? That's a real shame." I opened a box, took a slice and ate it on my way out the door. I only got away with that because I had the most awesome manager ever. return to top