Delivery story 357 Blue writes: I delivered pizza's for a Domino's in central North Dakota for about 2 years and had plenty of annoying happenings involving the terrible weather out here. Well, one day I had a double to the east side of town. I dropped the first one off without a hitch, got a couple dollars as a tip and had a customer that was very friendly. On my way to the second run, a campground on the edge of town, it started to rain very hard. The closer I got to my delivery, the harder it rained until eventually the rain gave way to quarter sized hail. I got to the campground and pulled outside the customer's trailer. I took a deep breath, grabbed the pies, and jumped out of my little Nissan and ran like hell to the door of the camper. I knocked. Nothing. Being pelted in the face with hail was both motivating and infuriating and I pounded on the door like the LAPD. Nothing again, so I ran back to my car and got in. Mind you, I was only out there for maybe a minute and I'm drenched AND bruised from this hail. So I flipped my phone open and called the guy. He said to me, "Oh, I'm sorry. When the hail started I moved my truck under the trees." Ok, I thought. That's reasonable enough I guess. So I drove my car into the trees and parked next to the guy. Now, mind you, our store policy is to deliver only to real addresses. Not vehicles or parking lots or street corners. I could have bailed as soon as he told me he was in the woods. Being the courteous driver I am though, I jumped out of my car and endured the hail and rain a second time to run the pie to his truck door. He rolled the window down just enough to fit the pizza through, and he hands me $15 telling me to keep the change. That would have been okay if the pizza itself wasn't $14.97. So instead of quickly feeding him the pizza through the window, I pulled it out of the sopping wet delivery bag and held it out exposed to the rain for a just a couple of seconds before I handed it to him through his window slit. This guy tipped me 3 cents to get my ass kicked by hail twice, and then had the gall to move his truck right back to his camper BEFORE I had even gotten my little car out of that mud hole. If I'd known he was going to wait in the woods for the delivery and then drive it straight back to the first place I was, I would have thrown it at his windshield instead. I hope his pie tasted like rain water. return to top