Delivery story 56 Cindy R writes: I am a single mom who helps supplement my income by delivering pizza. One night I had a delivery, a decent order upwards of 40 dollars. This kindly looking older gentleman mets me in the driveway replete with a "Mr. Rogers" sweater. He paid for the order, all along flirting with me as sweet elderly gentlemen tend to do. I don't think much of it at this point. After our transaction was complete, he leaned in and in a low voice said, "So, how much for sex?" I was a bit taken back but tried to keep my cool. "Sir," I replied, "I'm sorry but THAT just is not on our delivery menu!!" He snappily replied, "Awww, come on honey. I'm 72. It's not gonna take me THAT long." I said,"Sorry, sir, I'm afraid I have other orders to deliver." "Well, hell," he muttered, "I come all the way from Florida to Ohio and I can't get no sex?" I suggested that he could always go across the river to a strip club. He snorted, "Pffttt, I don't want no damn whore. God only knows what I'll get." At this point we were pretty busy. It was myself, another experienced driver, and two newbies on a Saturday evening during dinner rush. So I hopped back in my car and off I went. I can't help but laugh at the ernesty in this little "sweet" old man's proposition.