Delivery story 93 Anonymous writes: We had an address in Lowell, Mass that we all dreaded -- Shadow Drive. We all knew it. You get there, he invites you in, you wait in the kitchen, and on the giant TV screen clearly visible from the kitchen was always hardcore porn. The guy that lived there was really heavy, but not one of those disgusting drippy scumbag types. Big guy, but he seemed okay, except for the whole porn addiction thing. And it didn't matter if you were male or female. You were getting asked in, you were going to "wait while he went upstairs to get the money," and you were going to see hardcore porn. So after a few months of this, I was up for his delivery again and caught a lot of flack from my fellow drivers. I told them, "I am going to turn the tables this time. I'm going to call this guy on it." The cool thing is, we worked for a Mom & Pop shop that was far from corporate so we got away with a lot. (During bad snowstorms, we were allowed to deliver on the owner's snowmobile. If we got caught, we'd say we took it without the boss knowing. The cops never caught us in the snow on that thing.) Anyway. I got there and once again it was the same routine, almost like a script. Little dog outside, I knocked, he let me in, asked me to wait, porn in the living room. He went away for the usual two minutes, came down and paid me. In my best Adam Sandler from Bulletproof, I said, "So you like the porn, do ya?" This guy didn't miss a beat. He can't wait to discuss this. Immediately he replied, "Well, the guy that just came was my cousin. He's a porn director from Tyngsboro (next town over) and he's taking applications for some new actors. Are you interested?" I couldn't believe it. I thought I had this guy and he says that. All I said was, "No. Goodbye." Nothing ever really shuts me up, but that guy won. I should have taken his dog. return to top