Delivery story 456 K writes: I deliver for a chain pizza company in southeast Michigan. This story occurred in the dead of winter during what we called the Snowpocalypse 2011. The snow was falling in blankets and temperatures were at or below zero. I was taking a perfectly hot pizza to a nice neighborhood and got excited that I might get a good tip. For some reason people in this area have no empathy for someone who risks their life to feed them. I knocked on the door... waited... knocked... found the doorbell behind a wreath... rang it... waited... knocked.... A black guy no older than sixteen poked his head out the door and, ignoring the chattering of my teeth as I greeted him and asked how he was doing, said, "How much." Not a question. It was a statement of his disapproval that he has to pay to have someone feed him at his door. I told him his total. He slammed the door shut and took literally ten minutes to gather the exact change for his order. I resisted the urge to scream, thanked him through my teeth, and went back to the store. But that wouldn't make a good story on its own. Of course, as I walked back in the store my manager informed me that I had to deliver a remake to this person. Why? Because his food was cold. Ummm, hello! Of course your food is going to be cold when you leave the delivery girl standing in sub zero temperatures for fifteen minutes, including the wait for him to come to the door. And of course when I asked for the cold pizza back, six of the eight slices were missing.