|(source Pisano’s Pizza)|
I could never be a pizza delivery person. Never ever. You know why? I’d be scared to death to ring a random door and exchange money. I read tonight that delivering pizza is the third most likely job to end in murder. Yeiks. (Although I do question how they come up with these statistics.) I thought about all this when the delivery man stepped onto my front porch and rang the doorbell. He seemed so nice, and he wasn’t phased by the screaming baby at my feet or the dog barking at the window. (This is the way to win bonus points at my front door, just so you know.) So when I signed the receipt, I gave him a 50% tip. He was college-aged and working on a Tuesday night. I hope the extra bucks go to books or tuition, whatever, as long as he feels appreciated.