Delivery story 329 Flamindaemon writes: There is a crumbling old housing trust home on the outer edge of the delivery area at the Pizza Hut I work. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but the unsavory people that inhabit it really are something else. They live in utter filth. There are newspapers and magazines stacked from floor to roof, from the 1960s to today, and wrappers, old plastic bags, banana peels and other general dirt and rubbish throughout their yard, their floor and just about everywhere the eye can see. There's a very skinny younger guy who lives there and never really talks. He lives with a morbidly obese woman in her 70s and a 40 to 50 year old balding man. He looked extremely disheveled, like he hadn't showered in weeks. Although he seemed friendly enough at first when he answered the door, there was a *STRONG* smell of urine and cigarette smoke everywhere. He made smalltalk about the weather but then realized he didn't have money to pay me. He yelled at the old lady to get the F*ck out and bring me my money. Her, being old, with bad arthritis and severely overweight, could barely drag herself out to the door. It was truly a sorry sight. The guy yelled at her and degraded her like a six-year-old, calling her a retard when she couldn't count the money properly. It was like a small, self-contained mental asylum. The smell was the worst, though. INTENSE was the best way to put it. They don't order much but when they do, everyone cringes at having to go there. Did I mention they were stiffers?