I Recoiled In Horror
It was a totally normal day. Average tips, usual traffic, nothing at all out of the ordinary. I’m just on autopilot, and on one of the last deliveries of the day. It’s one pizza to a regular-looking apartment maybe half a mile from the store. The guy comes to the door and he hands me the credit card slip back with just the signature, no tip.
I briefly consider asking him to “fill out the total” (I almost always do when they leave it blank) but decide to just let it slide since it was right around the corner. He says, “Hold up. Can y’all take tips?” “Uh, yeah, man. You can write it in or whatever, we get it all.” “Hold up.” He comes back and hands me a pile of bills. I see a FIFTY, a twenty, and a one. At first, I just shoot him a look like, “Nah man, you already paid, remember?”
But I can see by his face he knows what he’s doing. I straight up recoiled in horror. Not sure what made it out of my mouth, as I was literally in shock. “Whaa…???” “Seriously??” “You sure??” He reassured me he was serious. “That’s all for you, man.” I actually asked for a hug, which he graciously allowed. Got back in my car and realized it was THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE DOLLARS. What the HECK??? Why do I feel GUILTY?
Story credit: Reddit / petriyacht