Delivery story 375 Pizza Paws writes: The occasional stiff, I can deal with. Though unfortunate, none of us can pretend it isn't part of the job. What gets me is the psyops BS, adding insult to injury. Five extra-large extravaganza pizzas and three orders of BBQ wings to a hotel in the SW Twin Cities metro. Order came to $95.13. Three guys are right out front of the room, rejoicing about my arrival. One of them is holding a $100 bill and a quarter. "Okay, $5.12," I thought. "Not GREAT for a big order, but not terrible for only two bags and four miles from the store." So he hands me the bill and the quarter, and proceeds to ask for "just" a $5 bill back. (Gotta love that "just.") When pressed by one of his friends to give it to me, he said, half to the friend and half to me, "I don't tip no pizza guy!" But the capper was when I'd picked up my bags and walked away. The same one who just told me he never tips pizza guys shouts down the hall at me, "Thanks man. You're the best!" ...Best at spouting purple smoke from my ears once I reach the safety of my car!!!!