Delivery story 282 Zorro1701 writes: I was working for a company in San Diego. I was 19 at the time. We got an order about an hour before I was supposed to get off. The nature of delivery is to be a little flexible, but I still hated to get off late unless it was just unavoidable. I took the order and the woman on the other end asked if I could also "pick up some cigarettes." I told her I could not, and she hung up. The same lady called back a few minutes later and talked to the shift manager. She asked him the same thing. He also told her no but she ordered anyway. She ordered around $45 in various foods and drinks from a motel on the edge of our delivery area. When I got there, I knocked on the door and an older woman answered the door, at least older compared to me. Again I was 19 and looked pretty decent. She must have been around 55. She asked me again if I could get her some cigarettes. I told her I could not. She went and got her purse and handed me a $100 dollar bill. All I was allowed to carry was $20 for change. I told her this. She quickly said, "Why don't you just drive to the store, break the hundred for us, and I'll make sure you get a nice tip." I thought this over a second. It was against company policy, yet I was greedy. Before I could answer, she followed with, "This is $100 dollars. If you do this, I'm sending one of my daughters with you." Like I'm gonna disappear with $55 dollars. I peered inside and saw a good looking girl, maybe in her 20s. A little on the thick side, but nothing to say no to. I agreed and she called "Irma" and another daughter came out of the bathroom. The fat one. Irma asked, "Is this the guy driving to get us cigarettes?" I had been rope-a-doped. She gave Irma the $100. She then asked if I could leave the food. I told her I could not until I had the money. I walked angrily to my car and let her in. I drove to the closest store (next freeway exit down) let her out to buy her cigarettes and waited for her to get back inside. Once she was in, she asked if I could go somewhere else cause her mom wants coffee. I gave a very matter-of-fact "NOPE!" I took her back and they gave me the money, with a "nice tip" of a buck and a quarter and sent me packing. I was basically stiffed. When I got back, my shift manager asked what took so long. I told them that I couldn't find the right door, that they gave the wrong room number. He then told me they complained that I forgot to give them one of the sides. I thought to myself that maybe they realized they had stiffed me. I rushed back and knocked on the door, grin on my face. They took the food and then the mom looks at me. She leans against the door frame and as seductively as possible says, "You know, you could have all three of us." I was shocked. I muttered something about having too many deliveries and left. When I got back I told the boss what happened. He was like 22, so he was only slightly more mature than me. He laughed and laughed. He also asked what I said. Bluntly I said no thanks. Then he asked what they looked like. I told them that the younger daughter looked alright, but the older daughter and the mom looked tore up and way too big. As I finished the story ,the other weeknight delivery guy came in. When I told this older Filipinos man my story he was mad that it wasn't him. He likes big women. return to top