Delivery story 434 Copasetic writes: As a young female driver, I pride myself on staying fearless-yet-cautious during all of my deliveries. I love an adventure on the job! The only times I get slightly apprehensive, however, are runs involving raspy voiced men ordering to interstate exit motels, at night...Will I get robbed? Attempted rape? Probable stiff? Possibly all of the above...So, during a recent incident with one of these said men, I found myself heading down the street. Destination: America's Best Value Inn. You mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable stiff, ya know? I park my car in the desolate lot, and great, their room is upstairs. As I ascend the decrepit steps, a mixture of smells waft past my face. Indian cooking, dirty diapers, bleach, and what I can only assume to be crack. I round the corner to find room 224, and give it my best hardy knock. The door opens to expose a large black man, wearing only a long black shirt and white tube socks. I peer past the looming man to see his large beloved woman, half wrapped in her sheets, donning a Hawaiian print halter top, nipples exposed. Distracted, I hand the man his food, and he bends down to retrieve a $100 from the floor. When he stands back up, his long shirt adjusts to reveal one BBC, half, um, excited. NOT the stiff I had been expecting! I fumble through my money, digging for correct change, and, my money pouch drops. So here I am, now squatting a foot away from the appendage that's playing peek-a-boo from under the bottom of his shirt. My grand exit is a blur, but I made it to my car to realize a few things: I needed a shower, an e.p.t., and had been tipped $6. Never again...