It Took An Awful Turn
I delivered to this apartment. A guy answers the door, then looks at me with visible disgust. I continue in standard procedure mode: greeting, tell him the total, wait for my money. He says, “No, you are a woman. I will not deal with a woman. Call your manager immediately and have them send a male driver.” I tell him no, I’m not gonna do that, he can pay me and take the food, or not pay me and I’ll leave, because screw him.
I didn’t bother to mention the other driver on shift and the manager were also women. This guy raises his arm like he’s going to backhand me and says something like, “How dare you speak to me like that??” I said, “Screw you. Hit me, I dare you.” Maybe not the best retort, but don’t worry, I’ve done dumber stuff in my life. He lowers his arm, literally throws the money at me, rips the bag of subs out of my hand, and slams the door.
After spending a while vomiting some choice words at his closed door until I reached some level of satisfaction, I went back to the store to share the tales of my adventures. One of the other managers who had come in went into the dude’s customer account to add a ban note, briefly detailing the situation and that he had threatened to hit me and that we were not to take his orders anymore. But it took an awful turn.
The store manager comes in later and hears the story. He goes into the freaking customer account and changes the ban to a note saying to only send male drivers to take this delivery. And that is when I decided to quit that job.
Story credit: Reddit / (impossibleoctophant)