|Delivery story 25
I delivered in San Marcos, Texas, a small college town, for Double Dave's Pizza for almost 3 years in early to mid 90's. I suppose this was not the worst job I have ever had, but not getting tipped by great looking sorority girls who recognized you from class was not too cool. Anyway, not getting tipped was part of the job if you delivered to dorms (especially the athletic dorm at Southwest Texas State University) but we made it up by charging them more and just took the extra money as a tip and also by delivering to the notorious non-tippers last and taking orders out to the nicer neighborhoods first.
I recall, one night, a guy in the athletic dorm calls and orders food. I take it to the dorm, and at that stupid college, you had to call from a phone in the lobby to the dorm room to tell them you were there with the pizza. I had told him I would be there in about 20 minutes. I get there about 15 minutes later and I keep calling for probably 15-20 minutes. Now, he lives there and knows the policy of the lobby phone. I give up and go back to the store. He calls about hour later and asks where his food was. I explained to him that he was on the stupid phone when I got there so he missed out. Well, he hangs up and 15 minutes later another guy from the dorm calls and orders a similar order. I notice it is the next room over when he gives me the address. I bring it to him, but I bring him the old food which is now about 2 hours old and get my usual stiff. At least I had a laugh at the image of him and his buddy eating those old pizza rolls harder than a brick. And I charged him a little extra so I got my tip anyway. Heh, heh, heh.