Delivery story 253 Baby J's Mama writes: I'm basically a single college Mom with a nearly one-year-old son. I have a lot of help from my family but I needed some extra money to pay for my little guy's hernia repair operation and the basics like diapers, so I picked up a weekend job delivering pizzas for Domino's. I'm in Southern Maryland which is pretty safe. We really only have one area I consider dangerous. Well to get back to the point, one night a few weeks ago I take this delivery off a road where we usually get pretty good tips and I'm not at all worried about it. It's way back down this road and a left onto another road all the way at the end. I get there and make small talk with the customer about some albino deer I'd seen on the side of the road. He then goes on to tell me about his old grey cat who died. He said and I quote, "When my old grey cat died, I told everyone my grey pussy died. When they asked me what I said, 'My grey PUSSY died,' they'd look at me confused and I'd say my cat, but then I'd tell them I ain't never had no black pussy before. Use to have me a white pussy but she left me." At this point I'm majorly creeped out but maintain my composure. The guy peers into my back seat and sees the infant car seat. He then said, "I see you have a child. How old is your child?" I tell him almost one and he continued on the same line of questioning. "Did you take him to the county fair?" I tell him no because a one-year-old can't do anything at the fair. He then tells me, "It's a good place to meet a new man." I tell him I don't need a new man and he said, "Oh, come on. We're not all that bad. I'm a good guy," and proceeded to tell me to turn off my headlights and come join him for this pizza. I made up some lame excuse about being incredibly busy at the shop and afraid to lose my job. He let me go saying he'll order another pizza so I can come back out. So I go back to the shop and tell everyone that he was so creepy, not to mention he was like 60 with a long grey beard and a portly figure. The whole situation just left a bad taste in my mouth. Okay. End of story. Right? Wrong! I have a friend who lives near that place. We were talking about our kids and I casually mentioned that weird encounter. She has a daughter a day younger than my son. Out of concern for her child, she pulled the sex offender registry and found that a registered sex offender lives on the same street. I was willing to bet money at this point but she said the guy had a pony tail and my customer did not. But when I got home that night I couldn't sleep, so I pulled it up and sure enough it was the same guy! I was so disgusted and angry I called the cops just to let them know I thought he might be on the verge of repeating. To make matters worse, the detective tried to defend him saying, "He's only been convicted once. It's not like he's one of the really bad guys." Well, if he does it again at least I tried to warn them. It's not on my hands. On a different note, he paid $30 for a maybe $22 dollar order but I really earned that tip. A few other less interesting stories... I delivered to White Sands. These are dreaded runs because they are so far away and most don't tip. This is the only not-so-safe area in our delivery zone. I drove down the street and turned around because obviously I missed the house. I couldn't see any numbers because it was late at night. I saw a lady walk out her door and stand on her porch so I stopped. I asked her if she was waiting on a pizza. She replied, "Domino's. Right." I was like yes ma'am. Then she goes, "You got my Coke?" very rudely and I said yes ma'am. I took it to her door. It was still like 10 minutes before the scheduled delivery time, which was something like 10 minutes less than we tell people on the phone, and yet she gave me exact change - $14.06 - for her cinnamon sticks, hot wings and 2-liter of Coke. Back to the first road I mentioned where we usually get good tips. I saw my next delivery coming up and I was excited because it was on that road. I delivered the pizza a good 20 minutes early because it was not far from the shop. A credit card order. The lady give me $1.04 on the credit card slip. I'd rather her keep those 4 cents. Another interesting one was when I pulled up to a house with people in the driveway so I walked over to them. They said, "Go back around to the front of the house. They'll handle it." I get to the front door and the lady bitches about her son being on the phone with his girlfriend and why he can't come around and help. So I tell her he sent me to the front and she proceeds to get really angry. I maintained my polite manner and she tried to give me a check. We don't accept checks, but I'm not about to tell her that. Since my hands were full, she tried to decide where to put the check. She put it down the front of my shirt - eww! I had a delivery in White Sands. A black elderly lady answered the door holding a baby with two children under 3 standing nearby, both pantless, a boy and a girl. She asked me to sit the pizza on her table and I obliged. She then commented on how the guy said 30 minutes not 30 seconds when she ordered. I laughed and said, "We try our best to get it to you nice and hot." She then started to get out the money. I assumed I wasn't getting tipped, so before I took the order, I made sure I had $20 worth of change with me. The lady asked how much change I had and I told her $20 (15 ones and a 5) and she asked if she can give me a 20 and have all my change. I was a little puzzled. I said I wasn't sure. She said, "Well, I can't tip you if you don't." So I gave her all my change. She paid 32 for her 31.xx bill and then said, "Does a 5 work for the tip?" I said yes ma'am and thanked her over and over again. All the while, her grandchildren had been running around nude and she was yelling at them to go put their clothes back on. It was nice to have people surprise you like that with a good tip. I had a guy give me a $15 tip on a $20 dollar order once. Needless to say I get excited every time I see their address come up. Oh, this one gets me. This black guy in a real nice house. I go up to his door and see all sorts of old Domino's bags and old credit card receipts at the door. He signs the slip I have and puts a big ZERO in the tip spot. Then he proceeds to hand me 4 quarters and says in a condescending voice, "Here's a little tip for you." I wanted to say, "Yeah. Little. Tell me about it." I've only been at this for 2 months. I'm sure I'll have some really good stories to post eventually. return to top