Delivery story 365 Skolnick writes: Around 5:34 PM on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, I was given the fairly simple task of delivering some pizza. As always I get my orders out the door and into customer's hands as quickly as possible in hopes of receiving a tip (often a disappointment) in exchange for my speedy service. On this faithful Sunday as I approached what appeared to be the likely recipient of the food I became the unsuspecting victim of several unbearably irritating little s#!t kids with heavy duty water guns. My initial instinct was to lock eyes with the nearest responsible adult who would surely come to my aid as they would instantly notice the level of anguish protruding from my facial features. As I stood there, food in hand, it became apparent to me that the parents had not only a complete lack of concern for what their kids were doing but they seemed to encourage the behavior by letting out a few bursts of laughter followed by sarcastic remarks.