We recommend a lot of business to a certain awesome local pizza shop, so usually when someone comes down and doesn't want to pay and arm and a leg for a personal pan we go ahead and give them the number.
The pizza shop really does rock. For realsies.
For serious.
Anyways. A couple of teenage boys (eh...15ish?) come down the elevator, cell phones out, and ask about what food we have. I give 'em the rundown and mention the pizza place, and they decide to order a pizza for delivery. I give them the number, and they pause texting long enough to call it (I kid you not - they texted the ENTIRE time they were talking to me, pausing several times for a long silence while they clicked away and I just kinda stood there...).
Twenty minutes or so later a chick walks in carrying their pizza and they hand her some cash. As to be expected, she hands them the change. They make no eye contact, say nothing, and start putting it away. So after several seconds of just standing there...she heads out.
THEY NEVER TIPPED HER.
There are a lot of places where tipping is ambiguous - but it's pretty damned rude not to tip your pizza delivery person. I mean...they drive their own cars for goodness sakes. That pizza probably ran five red lights to get to you hot, fresh, and on time, lovingly delivered by an underpaid pizza slave. In this pizza shop, they even still have their souls.
Yeah...really. This pizza place rocks.
Anyhoo, the kids act like she stormed off without a goodbye. I guess they were counting to make sure she gave the right change? They're offended. They're upset because THEY didn't tip HER. Ah...teenagers.
So I take my cell phone in the back and call the place to get her name. I'll drop her off a few bucks tomorrow afternoon. The folks who work there are too cool to be ripped off, even if it wasn't exactly a huge sum.
Maybe it'll make her day. :)
-Wednesday
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