Delivery story 246 AB writes: While I was never assaulted or robbed, I did have a couple things happen that I enjoy retelling. I was 19 or so, fresh out of high school. I was working as a pizza man in Elk River, MN. While our hours stated we were open until 2 AM on Friday and Saturday nights, we usually stayed until the last pizza was called in after 1. On this particular Saturday evening, I was the lone driver working, with the manager taking calls and cooking. Shortly after 1 AM, on a very slow night, I returned from what I presumed to be my last delivery of the night. But my manager quickly told me I had one last delivery to make. I made my disgust known to him that it was 1:30 already, and the delivery was nearly 9 miles away on country back roads. To make matters worse, he jokingly told me they "sounded" gay, and made a remark to send our cutest delivery boy. I blew it off as him trying to piss me off, took the pizza and hit the road. About 20 minutes later I approached the house. I will do my best to paint the scene for you. Nice styled ranch house, sitting on a decent plot of land in the country. I could see a couple faint buildings on the property, but it was hard to tell at 1:45 AM. They had an arch driveway that peaked at the front door. Seeing as it was almost 2 AM, the fact I'm alone, and the joke my boss made before I left, I decided to pull right up to the door and keep the engine running and keep my door open. I knocked on the door for a couple minutes, and received no reply. This is when things got weird. As I'm standing there, I heard some rustling in the bushes. I turned to my left to see a white male, early 20's, walk around the side of the house toward me. He was shirtless, wearing jeans, and his face painted white! Scared the s#!t out of me! He then exclaimed (in a slightly girly voice) "OOOOOOOOHH!! The pizza boy is here!" I stood to the side as he scampered into the house to retrieve his money. As I stood there, I could hear them (at least 3 dudes) all talking. Meanwhile, I am still standing on the first step, about 12 inches from my car door, when another dude (shirtless and face painted white) walks in the screen patio door, and excitedly runs to the counter where the other guy is writing out my check. He then asks him, "How much you tipping him?" The first dude looked me up and down and says, "Hmm, give him 5 bucks!" He then dainty held the check out, forcing me to enter the house to take it. I have never split from a delivery faster in my life! I worked the next morning and promptly edited the customer's delivery profile to provide info to any future drivers. I also was lucky enough to drive by the house again later in my shift, when I came across another odd tidbit. The house I delivered to the night before was a sheep farm! Half naked, faces painted white, walking to the house from the buildings on the property? Not saying there is a connection, but strange nonetheless. And that is my story. return to top