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The Most Vicious Mother fucker!

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Corporate Funny Stories!

I have worked different jobs, in different countries, and with different people. I have encountered many assholes and jerks throughout my career and my life. I usually have a high tolerance for assholes and I can deal with jerks, and sometimes even return a favor. Not that they don’t bother me, but I have accepted the reality that assholes are part of life and I need to be stronger, and better at what I’m doing, so they can’t harm me. George Bernard Shaw once said, ‘Never wrestle with a pig. You just get dirty and the pig enjoys it’. This is relevant to assholes too. Anyway, they are annoying nonetheless. 

I have forgotten many of them, and this is the good thing about the human brain: we forget the bad things and after a while when we look back and review our memories, what we usually recall are mostly good memories and good people that we met. There is one specific person I will not forget as she was not only an asshole, but she was the vilest and vicious mother fucker I have ever met, and I hated her from the bottom of my heart.

I never understood how she still had a job that she had at the time, as she butted heads with many other employees. People usually tried to ignore her or just went along with whatever nonsense she was saying, just so they stayed on her safe side. Most assholes have some friends and they usually don’t bite them, this lady, however, was unpredictable. She could be your buddy today and tomorrow, she was planning something against you behind your back, and she would go the extra mile to hurt you. Again, an asshole or jerk won’t do the justice to describe this creature. 

While I wasn’t reporting to her and she wasn’t my subordinate, in the organizational hierarchy, I was above her and we had to work together to service clients. The first few months after I got promoted, she went above and beyond to get me fired! Once she realized she couldn’t do that and her efforts were fruitless, she started to fire back at me anytime I said something to the client in an email. It was very annoying and made me hate everything at that time. 

It was the time that our company was going through some big changes and almost every other day, we had an email that so and so decided to leave the company. Another one bites the dust, was a common phrase and we used it at least once or twice a day. Those emails would usually come out on Fridays, so we were very nervous on Fridays and sometimes betting on who is leaving next. Sometimes we learn about colleagues’ departure even before HR emails us. Those were not fun times, and working with a vicious asshole, made it even worse. I thought and prayed that I saw her name on those emails, and kept my fingers crossed. 

There was this local organic store near our office, that we would go to now and then to buy lunch. I loved their Reuben sandwich and it was amazingly delicious. One day I got this coupon in the mail for a bottle of free wine! I don’t drink, but I thought it is a free wine and I can maybe give it to someone who drinks – as a gift of course! I walked over there and bought my lunch and got my free wine. I put the wine in my drawer in the office, and I kinda forgot about it, until the vicious lady started acting up again. Lots of back and forth email, and meeting for something so stupid that I couldn’t believe she is doing these things, but you know snakes bites, not because they hate you or something, it is snakes’ nature to bite. She was the same, vicious, mean, straight-up A-Grade asshole. 

After the dust settled, I don’t know why, but I opened my drawer and I saw the wine there, and that brilliant idea came to me: I should keep the wine here, and open it and drink the whole damn thing on the day she bites the dust and leaves this company for good! I couldn’t believe it. I was willing to commit a sin if she leaves. God, I even prayed that she finds a better, higher-paying job, just leave us you vicious mother fucker. 

A year or two passed, the wine still in my drawer and she is still here. I couldn’t get rid of her. Our

company was going through another big change, and I have had it enough, so I started looking for a job. After a few months, I found a job, accepted the offer, gave my notice, and went to the office to grab my stuff. And there it was, my free wine reserved for a special celebration that never happened to look at me, and this song came to my mind: ‘Hello darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping…’ 

I sighed, packed my stuff and the last thing was the wine in its brown bag asking about her unclear future. I couldn’t just leave her here, the world is a dangerous place, especially for a lonely wine. I couldn’t take her with me either. She needed someone, someone who can fulfill her potential. So, I looked around, there it was Mr. B. I thought, well today is his lucky day. Walked towards him and said, hey do you drink wine? He said what do you have? I showed him the wine and he said, is this the free one you got a few years ago? And I said, yes it is. I was saving it for a special occasion but it never came. 

Now, he was curious about what special occasion I was talking about. So, I said you know I actually saved this here for a day I saw this email about her leaving the company and the plan was to drink the whole thing and get drunk. Alas, she is still here, and I’m leaving for good, so I have no good use for it and if you drink you should have it. He laughed. We both laughed at how life is a funny game. 

Every Office Needs a Dwight Schrute!

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Corporate Funny Stories!

So here’s a shocker: I’m a huge fan of The Office! And I know it is cliche, but I like Dwight. Like other fans, I watched this show and short clips of it on YouTube so many times. I used to use Michael Scott’s favorite phrase “that’s what she said” a lot in the office, but you know things changed socially, and that I had to stop saying that because some might have thought it is offensive or something!

While The Office was the most-watched show on any streaming service in 2020, there are still people out there that never watched it. There are people that have no idea who Dwight Schrute is. I guess they are living under a rock or something, right? Anyway, I’m not here to judge anyone. If The Office or Dwight is not your thing, then you might not enjoy this pretty damn funny story. 

Keep this first part here and we will get back to you later. Now, the second part and the main story is that I started doing quarterly potluck lunch in the office. First, it was just my team, and then other teams were invited too, or as my manager used to say the more the merrier. If it was up to me I wanted to keep it just to my team – I am very territorial! The other team could come up with something, right?

Anyway, I usually booked a bigger conference room and tried to schedule around 10 people’s calendars; it wasn’t easy. I think this story is actually about our last team potluck. We had two big screens in that room and someone came up with this idea to play something off of YouTube. Obviously,  you can’t find a show or a video that pleases everyone, but for the most part, everybody loved The Office. So, he played a random episode of The Office on YouTube. I forgot the episode’s name, but it was the episode that ended with Phyllis walking into the Office and catching Dwight and Angela making out. You can see this scene here (play from 6:23). My manager was very religious and that made me worried. I mean, that scene is nothing, but you want to play it safe. People started getting out of other meetings and off the calls and walking into the room. We had different foods on the table, and we were ready to party!

Everyone was so busy eating and asking about new foods, what ingredients are in it, how did you cook it?, etc. We had a colleague working on a different team that joined us that day. She was busy eating and wasn’t paying attention until Phyllis opened the door, caught Dwight in action. In this scene, Dwight looks into the camera and the episode ends. As soon as he looked into the camera, my colleague pointed out to the person who came up with the idea of screening The Office and was sitting across the table from her, and jubilantly shouted “hehehe! You look like him!” 

SILENT! And then the room exploded in laughter, except one guy: the new Dwight! In my opinion, he didn’t look like Dwight. Of course, this was before she called him Dwight! He was tall, white, the same hair color and he wore glasses! Then someone, asked her do you even know who Dwight is? And to everyone’s surprise, she said “no! I have never watched this show!!!” another round of laughter. It was hysterical. It was even funnier now that we knew she didn’t know about Dwight’s character. The new Dwight’s face was RED! And he couldn’t say anything. After all, every office has to have a Dwight and we just found ours! 

I am Tired

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

After almost 4 months, I’m thinking of quitting my side hustle. I have partially achieved my main goal, and in between achieved my smaller goals. It’s been a good experience overall. I have to say since the season changed, I’m noticing a decline in orders as well. I mean the weather is nice and people usually go for a walk or jog between 5 to 7 pm. There is no football on TV, and I think these two factors contribute to the decline in trips and tips.

Speaking of tips, I want to mention something here. I know when people place an order for delivery, we change them, I think, $2.50 for delivery. Despite the note under their receipt saying “any delivery charge is not a tip paid to your driver.” I think some people still think that’s an automatic tip to the driver, so they don’t tip – keep that in mind next time you order delivery.

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Anyway, that’s why I’m quitting. Working two jobs makes me so tired. I couldn’t make it to the gym lately and I can see its effects on my body and health. Money is good and the more is better! Yet, there are other things in life that matter. I’m glad I did that, yet I think it’s time to leave. It is also sad, that I recently got my 10th follower, now I’m going to abandon you guys – so fucking sad, right?

My wife wants me to text the manager and quit now! But I told her, I want to leave on a good term. I’ll go on Tuesday and let him know that I can work until Friday. Well, that’s my plan. I’ll let you know if I changed it. And Thank you guys, for reading this.

Snowy Day, Cool Dude and Not-So-Cool-Kid!

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

I don’t think anybody enjoys driving on a snowy day, right? My plan for snowy days was to always call in sick. One day, snow started a few hours before my shift, so I stuck to that plan and called in. However, it stopped right around the time I was supposed to work! Then again the other day it was snowy and I thought to call in sick. I texted the manager and said I might not be able to work tonight. I made up something, but he told me if you couldn’t work that night, take the rest of the week off too – not a big deal, and I should have done that.

 

It was snowy/sleety that night, and it was coming down hard. It started about an hour before my shift, and after an hour of sleet, streets were fine. It was wet and not fun, but not bad at all. So, I went to work. We had a few drivers that didn’t show up that night and of course they didn’t work the following days. As a result, I made great money that night and the following nights – that was the bright side of the story.

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But as the night went one, it got worse. The sleet and snow didn’t stop, or even slow down a bit. While main roads were mostly OK, side roads were bad. Well i guess Karma is a bitch! I as well as the other drivers, were in and out constantly. I couldn’t even take time to pee! Every time I walked into the store, the orders were already packed 2-3 deep, and I was on the road again. As I said, it was a good night money-wise.

 

On one of my orders, the manager told me that because he cut the pizza wrong, the customers were getting a free pizza. Yeah! You didn’t know? If we cut it wrong, or if you call and bitch about the way we cut it, or amount of BBQ sauce on your wings, we’ll give you either free food or gift card. So, the pizza was free, but they had wings and bread as well. Anyway, I drove to the location, and called them upon arrival, per their request.

 

It looked liked a pre-school or kindergarten, but they were open late. I’m not sure what it was, but I saw lots of kids in one room with two teenage girls, and in another room I saw a few adults, sitting in a circle and talking. I called the cell number on the tag, but nobody answered, so I walked into the building. A teenage girl saw me, and came out of the kids room. I gave her the food, and she signed the receipt. Usually kids and teanagers, and sometimes even adults, when they don’t wanna tip, they either sign, or write the total and sign. This blonde lady, who had already gotten free pizza on this snowy day, not only signed and wrote the total price, she made sure to put $0.00 for tip! Fucking meticulous.

 

I was so mad. You got free pizza, and no tip? I came back and more orders were waiting for me. I think it was my last trip that I had three orders, and by that time the side roads were very bad, and it was still coming down. Anyway, I drove to the last address, and I was looking forward to delivering it and calling it a night.

 

When I arrived I saw some antlers and skulls outside, so I assumed the guy was a hunter and hunters are cool. Then this young man in an Army uniform opened the door. Very nice guy, and he already paid $4.00 in tips when he placed his order. He asked about the roads and I gave him his food. He then gave me another $5.00 cash – now his awesomeness was unbeatable! I thanked him and I was about to walk to my car when he called out, “excuse me! Do you have my coke in your car?” WTF! I didn’t have anything in my car. As I said, they gave me everything at the store. They did put sauce and paper plates in the hot bags, but to be fair I should have checked for the drink, and I didn’t.

 

So, the best course of action to throw my co-workers under the bus!

 

Me: Did you order a coke too?

Him: Yes.

Me: I am so sorry about that. They didn’t give it to me. You know it is a crazy night. We are short on drivers, and a few of us that are working, are working non-stop.

Him: huuum… that’s fine…

Me: Hey! Is there a gas station nearby? I can drive there and get you a drink.

Him: Yes. There is one on you right… you know what? That’s fine.

Me: No, I’ll go get you a coke (I really didn’t want to).

Him: That’s fine. It is OK.

Me: Thank Sir. (Thanks for your service too).

 

That was it! I didn’t want to drive 6 miles round trip, for a fucking coke. It is not even healthy, and he was better off without the extra sugar.

 

The moral of the story is: There are assholes and heroes in this world. Heroes are saving assholes all the time, and we do not always appreciate heroes that way or as much as we should.  Also, why does anyone care about how his/her pizza is cut? You’re going to eat it anyway, so stop being a wrong-cut-bitch!

Weed People Love Pizza!

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

Well, not all of them! When you deliver pizza you get to see different people, and you get to take a peek at their homes. You see, their dogs, some have big dogs – almost as big as cows, and when it barks at you they just say “oh! He is a friendly dog!” but you know what, I’d rather you keep your big friendly dog inside – Thank you!

 

The point is, it is not just seeing inside people’s house, but even smelling it too. The most common smell is marijuana. The people usually order lots of food, because they have some serious munchies, and they tip good because they are high – and I love it! Too much information here, right? Science tells that you crave junk food after smoking marijuana. Not that pizza is junk, but you get the point.

 

Anyway, I have delivered large orders to a few apartments and houses that I could smell pot, but the weird one was this place that requested for paper plates when they placed their orders. That night we were out of paper plates, so I was ready to apologize for it. I arrived, and found the building, went upstairs and knocked. I could hear voices, mostly children’s voices from inside, and one of them keeps asking “who is it” and I said “pizza is here”. But the kids inside won’t stop running, and the other kid won’t stop asking the same question! This was going on for about 5-7 minutes.

 

Finally an adult, African-American young lady opened the door, and holy shit! There were like 5-6 kids inside, no furniture in the living room and kids lined up for the food. And of course, the smell of weed hit my face as soon as she opened the door. That explained the wait. She was probably smoking weed somewhere in the house. I don’t care what people do in their house, it’s none of my business, I just deliver pizza! Pot, is not legal in my state yet, so it is kind of strange when you smell it now and then. Anyway, I gave her the food, and she signed the receipt and asked for paper plates.

 

Me: I’m so sorry about that, but we were out of paper plates.

Her: Do you have napkins in your car?

Me: I don’t…

Her: So you were out of napkins too?

Me: No, but did you tell them to add napkins to your order?

Her: No. I thought you might have it in your car.

Me: I’m sorry for the miscommunication here, but we don’t carry napkins.

 

She handed the receipt back to me, rolled her eyes, and said “Oookkkkeeey!” and shut the door! It wasn’t the best or ideal situation, but she tipped me good, so we are good! I’m not a pot expert, but isn’t weed supposed to change your mode and makes you happy? So, why she was so much upset about damn paper plates and napkins? She didn’t have plates and soap? Again, none of business!

 

Other funny characters, are the ones who are having sex when you arrive! Yup, that’s a thing. I’m not kidding. I went to this place on Friday night, it was a verified customer, meaning we have delivered to this address without any issues in the past. I couldn’t see the lights inside, and there was no doorbell – I mean WTF, no doorbell?  So, I was knocking for a few minutes and nothing. The mistake I made, and if you are a driver, don’t do it, I left my cell in the car. ALWAYS have your phone on you. I decided to go back to my car and call them. Almost down the last porch step when this cute, disheveled lady opened the door and called out to me.

 

As soon as I saw her, I couldn’t hide my smile – something was telling me she was getting laid. I came back and this disheveled guy showed up, shirts untucked, and now we are smiling, kind of devilish smile to imply “I know what you were up to… wink, wink.” She took the food and disappeared, while her smile went to full-blown laugh, giggling if you will. Well, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything and based on the tip he gave me, I think my timing was just spot on. You crave for food, all kinds of food after humping!

A guy with douchebag face!

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

On my last post I bragged about not being a FNG anymore. As a friend of mine told me once “I’m sure you will remain FNG for some of them.” It turned out to be true. There is this boy, maybe 21, who works there as a driver too. I don’t like the way he looks at me, and, gosh!, I hate his fucking patchy beard – dude if you can’t grow a beard, no shame in shaving, because you look like a douchebag now. Let’s call him Mr. Zag. Why Zag? Because it rhymes with douchebag!

 

Once he picked on me (when I was FNG), wanted me to wash the dishes when he was screwing around. I didn’t do it. Last night however, was different. Zag was first in line for delivery, and I was after him. I was standing behind him and I could see the monitor and the orders. First delivery order came in, he printed the delivery tag and was walking around the store, showing the tag to the group saying “oh! This is a trailer park.”

 

Not sure what the fuck was funny about  a trailer park order – trailer park people also eat pizza, right? Anyway, I was thinking, OK, he is first so he gets the trailer park order and next is mine. To my surprise he came to me, laughing, saying “you are going to the trailer park.”

 

Me: No! YOU are going to a trailer park.

Zag: No. You are going…

Me: but I’m after you, you are first and this order came in first, so YOU ARE going.

Zag: No. I’m going to the other one…let me show you

 

And he walked to the monitor trying to bullshiting me. I challenged him:

 

Me: I am after you, how come I get to go sooner than you?

Zag: This IS how it works.

Me: oh! IS IT?

Zag: YES IT IS.

I looked at his disgusting patchy beard and walked off. Guess what? I got the trailer park order. A sexy young girl opened the door, but no tips! Before that, I had had a great night, but fuck Zag, he jinxed me. When I came back the manager was there. Super nice guy. He asked me how my night was going.

 

Me: well, since you asked… how do we go about the delivers and who is next?

Manager: it is based on your login, and the orders. Sometimes you might be next in line, but your order comes out late, so second in line gets to go first.

Me: OK! Makes sense. I just wanted to learn and understand how it works. And can you go back and check to see who gets what…

Manager: Why? Someone cut in line?

Me: Yes.

Manager: Who?

Me: Zag.

Manager: I need to put a stop to this shit. He has done it to her (pointed to another driver). He has done it to someone else that they called me when I was off.

 

I have to say, when the manager is working – which is almost every night, everything is in order, an no one fucks around.

 

He walked to Zag, and he was cutting pizza again. Later that night I was talking to another driver and the manager noticed that, and told me that he asked Zag if he knows what he is doing and knows how to distribute pizzas to drivers. I think now that I alerted him, he will keep his eye open to catch Zag.

 

While he didn’t condone Zag’s action, he advised us to be careful with these guys because “they know the area better than you two, and they might send you to crappy neighborhoods if they don’t like you.”

 

I’m not 21, and I’m not looking forward to challenging my co-workers or pick on them. I’m just here to make some extra cash, but if a douchebag patchy beard guy wants to try me, I’m not afraid to challenge them.

FNG no more!

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

Well, good news is I’m not an FNG anymore. That’s right, they hired four new people and I’m off the hook. Here’s what I think. Thursday through Sunday are the busiest days. Monday through Wednesday is very slow, even in our store, which is the busiest in town. Like I’m supposed to work 19hrs/week, but my manager had to sent me and a few other part-time drivers home early every night.

 

The good thing about this is, I work for 2 to 3 hours, I don’t get tired, and make between $30 to $35, and after that I get to spend time with my wife and watch TV too. So, it is a win win for me. However, for those who rely on delivery jobs, that can be frustrating. My question is, why hire more people when you don’t have enough hours for them? And this is an issue with most retail stores in the US. They hire people for 3-5 hrs/week. This is fucking ridiculous. If you need more drivers for busy days, so just hire them for those days/hours. There is no reason and it is not efficient to hire people for days/hours that you already have enough people. I think retail stores have a quota that they have to for example hire that number of people per year/month.

Don’t be an asshole!

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

This post is again related to tipping. The other night, one of the drivers came in and he told us that his past three trips, he didn’t get any tips. That’s fine, I mean it is not fine, but it is better than 30 cents tip, right? Yes, someone gave me only 30 cents!

 

Last night I had two no-tips trips. I didn’t like it, but at least mine was only two trips not three. It is winter and cold, and this chain won’t let drivers wear jackets or beanies. You can buy jackets from them and pay it with your paycheck. Here is my argument, while many of the drivers are living paycheck to paycheck, it is unfair to sell them a jacket instead of letting use theirs. If they can’t afford the jacket, and they get cold, they would miss a shift or two and it means less money for their families. If they show up to work sick, they might get the customers sick. Either way, I believe it would be a good idea to let drivers wear a  beanie or wear their own jacket.

 

Mondays are always slow, people had had enough pizza Thursday and Friday, so they don’t eat pizza again on Monday, what a shame! So I got this order to deliver to a hotel. I had delivered to hotels and sometimes they wait outside for you, other times you have to go to their rooms. The total order was $22.70. This one, I had to go to her room. It was on the fourth floor at the end of this long hallway.

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This fat lady opened the door, got her pizza and lava cake, and signed the receipt, I wished her a good night and walked off to the elevator. And it was then when I was struck by her tip: 30 CENTS! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! As I said, if you don’t want to tip, don’t tip, but don’t fucking insult me. You can keep you damn 30 cents, because it appears that you need it more than I do asshole! You know what happen when you tip like that lady? As the result of eating lava cake and pizza crest, your fatty liver will kill you one day!

 

Again, if you don’t want to tip, then don’t. It is better if you don’t tip at all than act like an asshole tightwad – enjoy you full of carb and sugar cake, that thing will kill you!

 

A proposition?

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

You probably heard or even know about the old porn cliche about the pizza guy who delivers pizza and fucks this cute girl – oh you haven’t heard about it? My bad, but you know about it now.

 

So, it was a busy night, and I think I was doing boxes when I heard my name. If you didn’t know, you can add a note or special instructions like “please call when you arrive” or “don’t knock!” or funny things, or sometimes they ask us to draw something inside the box – because some people think they are funny. Now I revealed this secret to you, please don’t abuse it. Also, never ask us to write something offensive, we won’t do it.

 

I got the order and the note was: “send your cutest driver???” I was immediately thought about that old cliche! I got into my car, and I noticed the name and of course the note came from a guy! Whatever, these are probably some stupid kids trying to be funny – That was my thought.

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The apartment was located in a gated community, I didn’t have the code, but there was another car in front of me and they opened the door. I found the place, walked up to door and knocked. Holly shit! This cute, short girl, soft spoken with short black hair opened the door. The lights were dimmed, and a classic music were playing in the background, In addition to that, the cute girl was wearing just a robe! It was the hardest delivery ever in terms of eye contact and keeping straight face – impossible! Obviously, these kind of event happens when you are married, right?

 

I greeted her, because I’m polite. She was a bit surprised to see me though. I noticed that, and asked if she ordered pizza. She said her boyfriend did – Oh! She had a boyfriend and was probably making herself ready for him! Or maybe they were just craving for pizza! “Alexa! Number 2 please” she talked to Alexa! She then counted and told me that her boyfriend went down to open the gate. I told her what happened at the gate and how I got in. I gave her the food and she tipped me.

 

On the way out, I noticed a guy was waving for me – probably her boyfriend. He was on the phone, perhaps talking to his girlfriend and thinking about smoking hot pizza!

People Who Don’t Tip

by Inherently Funny Guy!, posted in Pizza Delivery Stories!

First of all, and to be clear, I was one of those people against tipping. I always tipped because society says I have to, yet I believed servers are working for the restaurants and the owner should pay them enough. They are not my/customers’ employees and you and I shouldn’t be responsible for their income – it is not fair. Also, me being a Quentin Tarantino die hard fan I used to quote Mr. Pink in this opening scene from Reservoir Dogs. Also, did you know that Americans tip at restaurants has rooted in slavery?  

 

Alright, I don’t want to argue about tipping, I tip and so should you; end of story! Here’s a secret about me, this pizza delivery job, is my first ever job in food industry. Yes, I never ever worked in a restaurant, because I dislike it. How did I survived college? Well, I had on-campus and off-campus jobs, but never applied/interested in restaurants/fast food and food business in general.

 

A year or maybe two years ago when I did Uber, Uber just added tip option to its app. Some folks did tip me even before that option, and I liked it – no shit! Having said all of these, the people who work in food and restaurant business full-time, and they make a living off of tips, should always respect and follow this unwritten law. I mean they should know better, right?

 

I got this order one rainy night, and when I put the address on my phone I noticed it is IHOP! Again, it was a new customer, but was paid by credit card. Usually when people pay with cards, they have the option to add tips at the time of order or tip when they receive the order at the time of delivery. In this case, they didn’t tip when they ordered, which is perfectly normal.

 

Long story short, I arrived and called the phone number. I told the guy that I’m outside, and should I walk in from the main entrance or maybe kitchen door? He didn’t know about the order, but I heard someone’s voice who told him that they ordered pizza and he told me that he’ll be out in a second.

 

I saw him walking out, and I got out of my car, got the pizza out and gave him the receipt to sign. He autographed it and gave it back to me. They had ordered five pizzas and the total was about $35. I was thinking they’d probably tipped me $5. I got back to my car, and looked at signed receipt and my tip was $0.00; I’m not fucking kidding.

 

I was upset, and I was thinking, they are living off of tips, hence they should know better. I wasn’t late, I was very professional. I’m not sure why they did that, but I wasn’t pleased.