Deja Vu Delivery
I work for a smaller pizza place just outside of a college town, where mostly students, faculty, and families order. I had a delivery to a house that I had been to before. I remembered this older gentleman who was pretty rude, didn’t tip, and overall was not my favorite delivery the last time I took it. When I got to his house, I braced myself for some problem to happen or for him to snap at me.
But when I got to the door, his demeanor had changed. “Wow, you’re a pretty pizza girl!” He said, and I thanked him awkwardly. “Much prettier than that last girl they sent!” I thanked him again and took my tip, knowing the whole time that I’m the only female driver we have, and it certainly was me the last time he ordered. At least I glowed up, not down?
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