Delivery story 330 Solo writes: I worked at a Domino's store in Tampa, Florida. I have had most of things everyone writes about happen to me in the last fifteen years, but here are a couple of stories that keep me going on the tough nights. We had a kid a few blocks from the store that would wait at the door for the driver to come up the street then meet you at the end of driveway to pay for the order. We always figured the parents left a tip for us and he kept it from the drivers. One day we knew for sure when they wrote a check and he asked for the difference. The next time they ordered, I came from a different direction and parked away from the house and went through the neighbor's yard and got to the door and knocked and caught the parents who then gave him the amount for the order and the tip for the driver. I winked at the kid while his mouth was wide open. He figured I would tell on him. From then on, we all made sure we took the order to his parents and let them pay in front of us. Second story. People with tile front porches. On a night with a heavy downpour, I ran up to Ybor Bungello not knowing they had tile on the porch. I skated right through the front door and said, "Here's the pizza!"