Delivery story 419 Jenny writes: I work for a Papa John's in Athens, GA - home of the University of Georgia. Needless to say, I've encountered some pretty weird things, especially being the store's only female driver. Some of the good: On a very cold night about a week before Christmas, I delivered to a lady about 5 miles from our store. When I got there, she claimed something was wrong with her pizza, even though it matched the description on the delivery ticket. Thinking she was just trying to get a free order, as many people do, I told her I'd go back to the store and get the order fixed, but she'd have to give back the bad pizza and pay for it first. Most people argue with this, but surprisingly she agreed with no problems - and gave me a $5 tip. When I got back with the right pizza, she thanked me profusely for coming back out in the cold and handed me what I thought was a couple more bucks. I was happy enough with this, but when I got back in the car I found it was actually about $12. So I ended up getting a $17 tip from one lady. Must have been in the Christmas spirit! There was a customer right down the street from our store who always ordered at least once a week. No matter how little she ordered, she always tipped $9. All the drivers used to fight over her deliveries. A guy in the same neighborhood would order often, and I usually ended up delivering to him. He was a real nice guy, always greeted me with a huge smile on his face. He had the cutest dog that would always run up to me and give me puppy kisses. I love dogs, so I swear the best part of my job is getting to meet all these pups! This guy always tipped at least $6. Sadly, I transferred to another store, so I don't get to see him or his cute dog anymore. I've made a few deliveries after Georgia football games to people so drunk out of their mind, they have no idea how much money they're giving you. I'd often get $5 or $10 tips, and they never remember it the next morning... Now for the bad: There's a country club neighborhood down the street from our store, where you'd think the people would tip well. In reality, I don't think I've ever gotten more than $2 from them. One old guy gave me a quarter and told me to spend it wisely. The college students around here don't tip worth crap. It really gets to me because you see them all driving around in Daddy's Lexus, yet they can't give the pizza girl a few extra bucks. I'm a college student myself, and if I don't have enough to tip a delivery driver, I get off my lazy butt and go get the food myself. A guy came to the door one time wearing nothing but a pair of pj pants and a HUGE boner. He was really tall and I'm really short, so it was literally right in my face. I think that's the most disgusting thing I've encountered. I don't even remember if he tipped me, but I honestly didn't care. Just wanted to get away from the penis. The absolute worst customer I've ever had was this old lady who lived in a ghetto area of town. Her house was off the road, surrounded by trees. While trying to find it, I drove by once then had to turn around. The second time driving by, I saw a fence with her house numbers on it, so I pulled into the little dirt driveway. As I got out of the car, she came walking down the driveway screaming at me for not seeing her house the first time. Something about how those numbers on the fence cost her a lot of money, and she may as well not put them up and just watch people drive by. I tried to ignore her ranting, and handed her the bag with the 2-liter Coke she had ordered. She took it and screamed at me, "What the hell is this?!" I told her, "It's the Coke you ordered." She just threw it on the ground and grabbed the pizzas from me. She then shoved two twenties in my face. Her order came to $33, so I followed store policy by pulling her change out and offering it to her. She yelled, "What? you don't want your tip?" so I said, "I'm sorry. I was just following the rules by offering your change." Most people would be happy that I did not assume I was getting a $7 tip. Instead, this lady gets this scary look on her face, looks me right in the eyes, and says, "I don't like you." Then she snatches the $7 out of my hand and starts screaming at me again. Eventually I just said, "You're crazy, lady," and got in my car and left. To this day, I still don't understand what I did wrong there. That lady probably just belongs in a nice padded room somewhere. And I kinda hope that Coke blew up in her face. All I can say is, this job is definitely interesting. return to top