Delivery story 131 Joe Babbanouchi writes: A different spin on things. This is from a customer, but a good story, all in all. Me and some of my associates usually get together for poker games every Thursday night. Due to some of our professions and pastimes, most of us are armed even when we're asleep. So, when we all sit down to play, the first thing we do is take out our side arms and set 'em on the table. The usual pizza guys know about our poker games and, since we always tip well, we usually get good service and it's always one of two drivers. Anyway, one of the guys mentions that there's a new chinese place that delivers that's supposed to be really good. Without thinking, we order chinese food and continue with our game. Being a new chinese restaurant, the staff were probably immigrants and their family. Needless to say, when this young chinese kid comes up to deliver the food, he sees eight rather large guys, smoking cigars, playing poker, and armed to the teeth. He looses it and starts babbling and shaking in the doorway. The guy who answered the door tried to explain real quick not to worry and gave the kid a 20 as a tip on a $50.00 tab. I don't think the kid even counted the money on the way to his car. After that, we've ordered chinese a few times, but apparently that one kid won't deliver to us anymore. They always send this really smelly hippy. He doesn't get tipped as much as the pizza guys. Moral of the story: If they're armed and they GIVE you money, you're probably safer there than delivering anywhere else. Moral #2: Take a bath, you hippies. Nothing is worse for an appetite of chinese food than patchouli and bong resin. return to top