Delivery story 59 Papa Doc writes: I deliver with Domino's Pizza in a small, rural town near Lafayette, Louisiana. At least 40% of the customers live in mobile homes of varying degrees of disrepair out in the sugar cane fields. Louisiana is a poor state and some of these people are the poorest of the poor. I had a delivery to a trailer out in the boonies one February night with a cold wind blowing off the bayou. After finding the trailer I knocked on the door and waited. And waited. Inside I could hear the sound of many feet stampeding back and forth past the door; anyone who has delivered to a trailer knows this sound. Finally the door opens and a male face pokes out: "How much is it?" Actually what came out sounded like "How muh chi'it?" Me: "$14.65." Slam! The door bangs shut without another word and there is more sounds of small feet stampeding back and forth. Another male face pokes out: "How muh chi'it?" Me: "$14.65." Slam! The door bangs shut again and there is the sound of more stampeding feet from within. Door opens again and a female head pokes out and asks in slightly more coherant English. "How much is it?" Me: "$14.65." She: "Will you take a check?" Me: "Sure." Door slams shut again without a word. Same face pokes out again, indicates another trailer nearby and says with a charming smile, "Go over there and ask her to pay for it!" Me: "I'm not going anywhere. You ordered it; you get to pay for it. Door slams shut again without a word. Door opens again and the female brushes past me without a Hello, Good bye, or Kiss my ass, and consults with the neighbor indicated earlier. Female comes back without prying any cash from the neighbor and hands me a check that she had obviously made out earlier. For $14.54 exactly of course, no tip. Jive-ass swamp-stomping trailer-trash! They will kill for Cheezy Bread but would rather die than give a tip. return to top