Delivery story 463 Livedontips writes: I was a recently divorced 23-year-old in Oklahoma City and worked in a slightly seedy and very run down area near the international airport. Most of my customers were like me, broke and on a subsistence income. Tips were scarce but rent and gas were cheap in 1995. On an extremely hot day shift I got a call to an elderly apartment complex and I immediately grumbled to myself that it would "probably be a stiff" as I drove to the rundown complex at the edge of our area. I parked and walked up to the apartment, thankful that it was on the ground floor in the 100-degree heat. An elderly gentleman opened the door and shuffled painfully back to his recliner after asking me to put the pizza and drinks on the TV tray next to him. As I was walking across the small living room I noticed a framed picture on the wall, a much younger version of the man in front of me with two World War Two era Purple Hearts and a Congressional Medal of Honor with a citation that I could not read at that distance. I forgot my own troubles the rest of that day, and, I got a two dollar tip. He probably had to dig deep to give me that.