I work for the big "D" place. On my second day I got this black lady in about her mid twenties. She opens the door, the usual transaction goes down, but this is a credit card slip deal. Anyhow, she skips the tip line and goes straight to the total line and fills in the total as the same amount as the product cost. Ok ... I thought. No big deal; this is just a stiff. All part of the gig, but noooooooo. That wasn't enough for this woman. She put the pen on the tip line, tilted her head to get my clear eye contact, and began creating a zero very slowly. She circled that BIG FAT ZERO FOUR TIMES! I couldn't believe it. Just to cause deep, deep pain! Why? Her pizza was there from time of order to her door in less than 25 minutes. I just said, "Thank you," and off I went. I will never forget her face nor the evil experience. I arrived at a very nice house (all in my area are nice and go up to infinity in price) and the door opens. There's this short, mean, nasty lady with two half-dressed kids screeming and running around. Nothing in the place but trash, toys, and a TV set. Nothing. This is a $250K+ house mind you! It's pouring rain (we have monsoons in Arizona) and I'm drenched from head to toe. Utterly drenched. Lightning is flashing, thunder is cracking, right out of some horror movie. Anyway, I'm greeted by the question of "Where's my bag of ice?"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Where's my bag of ice? I told that girl on da phone for yooz to go to 7 Eleven and gets me a bag of ice 'cuz I ain't got none."
"I'm sorry maam, but we are not allowed to go grocery shopping for our customers while on the clock. Look ... do you still want your pizzas?" I said, trying to prompt an early end to this because I KNOW I'm going to get stiffed at this point.
"No, I don't! You can go away now," she said.
"Okay. See you later maam," and I turned around 180 degrees and began my exit from weirdom. No such luck.
She piped up, "Wait just a minute! Gimme those!"
I turned around and began the exchange. "That'll be $20.51."
"What! The girl on the phone said it would be $14.90! Yooz tryin' to rip me off now!"
Mind you, this "girl" is the same girl at my place that said I would go to the store and pick her up some %$&#ing ice! Riiiiiight. Do these people think we were born yesterday? There's only one girl. Yes, ONE girl that works at our place and there's no way in %$&#ing hell she'd screw up a price let alone send a guy to the store to buy some ice!
I repeated the question about wanting the discs and this time she turned away without a word, hunted down a five and returned. Handed me $25, yanked the aging food, and slammed the door.
COOL! a $4.49 TIP! Right on! Patience paid off. For once! When I returned to the store, my manager was on the phone unable to get a word in edgewise with this witch from hell. When he was finally done with the call, he asked who serviced the address. Usually you're about to get a reaming when this happens. When I complied, he walked over to me and asked me softly, "Are you okay?" Man, I must have got off real easy with her. REAL EASY. His will was crushed and he's a 17 year veteran to this "industry."
Guess there must be a small crack in the gates of hell and this ... this ... thing slipped out. Warning to the rest of the world. She bred. Remember the two kids? They're going to grow up (or at least age) and there will be two more children of satan to grip the driver's world.
