Ben, a seasonal pizza delivery driver from Nebraska, shares a story with a happy ending. This is a good example of why you can’t always judge a book by its cover. Just when you think things are going one way, they can’t surprise you and go another. sure, he had to put a weapon in his pocket, but that’s only because he’s properly prepared.
I have taken a pizza delivery job for the winter, I usually work construction. Not the the point though.
I deliver for a pizzeria that is open until 4am and has a nearly 10 mile delivery radius in some directions, namely into the ghettos of Omaha, Nebraska. Fucking obscene at times.
I am under the full mentality that black people do not know what tipping or gratuity is.
It’s 1 am and I pull up to an unlit apartment complex when I call the number on the tag. A white girl answers and says ‘they are out front waiting’. I see a group of 4 young black males apparently waiting for me. As quickly as I can, I shove the money in my pocket under the seat and put my brass knuckles in my coat pocket(in the past month 3 drivers have been robbed, never by a white woman surprisingly), so I am fairly paranoid. They all approach my car. I step out.
Turns out they are baked out of their fucking minds and altogether pay me in 5s and 1s with a $5 tip on a $20 order, one of them even saying to another, give him another dollar.
I was flabbergasted!
I know this is a waiter/waitress centric forum, but you guys don’t risk getting a gun pulled on you. So show some love for for your pizza jockey. Bar tenders and Servers are my best tippers. I love you guys.