Delivery story 423 The Lifer writes: Papa John's in Bay City, MI. I lucked out and got to take a delivery to one of the nicer areas. I pulled onto the driveway and walked to the door nearby. Next-door there was a woman raking the lawn. After I knocked, she asks me who the order was for. I told her the address and she said, "Yeh, that's my house. I'm not sure anyone ordered from there, though." As she's telling me this, a kid (late teens I assume) came to the door and asked how much. Before I can tell him I hear an elderly woman yelling, "Why'd you order pizza? We just had dinner!" The kid BLOWS UP! "I make my f'ing money and I'll spend it how I want. F*ck you! I hate you," he yelled back. A small argument ensued to the point where the kid went off on how much he hates living with her and how much he wishes her "old c*nt ass" dead. During this awkward moment I noticed the lady next door shaking her head. The kid notices as well and says to her, "You can f*ck off, too, you saggy titted bitch." I told him his total is 22 something and he hands me $25 and says nothing. I asked, "Are we all set then?" "Uhh, yeh, whatever. I don't give a f*ck," he replied. I said, "Have a good one," and walked back to my car. As angry as I've been with stiffs, I've never wanted to punch someone out more than this kid.