Last night I was delivering pizzas and drove to this one guy's house. What usually ensues when I ring the doorbell or knock on the door, dogs start barking and going crazy. The way he answered the door seemed like he was irritated with me.
Me: Good evening, sir. How are you doing tonight?
Scrooge: Well, I was doing fine until my dogs started barking.
Me: Sorry about that, sir.
I guess he was implying that his dogs barking drove him crazy, and that he was blaming me because I accidentally made his dogs bark. He didn't say much, so I tried to be polite and just made short conversation.
Me: Pretty cold weather we're getting, huh?
Scrooge (in a flat and somewhat unpleasant tone): Yup.
His dogs continued barking, and he finally turns and tells them to shut up in a loud tone of voice. He takes his food and gives me the credit card slip.
Me: Have a great night, sir.
Scrooge: Yeah.
He practically almost slams the door behind me. I look at the slip to see how much he tipped me, and he had stiffed me!
The only reason I could think of for him doing this was because he was irritated with me for making his dogs bark
Ok people, they're dogs, they are going to bark when someone is at the door. If the barking of dogs bothers you that much, then get a nice quiet goldfish. I sincerely hope the fat fuck chokes on his pizza.
Btw before anyone leaves any comments, I do not care to hear about how tipping is optional and its not required, and that I should not complain. I am fully aware of this, and I take them all with a grain of salt, even though I am not happy about it. I was mostly unhappy with Scrooge's demeanor.
Me: Good evening, sir. How are you doing tonight?
Scrooge: Well, I was doing fine until my dogs started barking.
Me: Sorry about that, sir.
I guess he was implying that his dogs barking drove him crazy, and that he was blaming me because I accidentally made his dogs bark. He didn't say much, so I tried to be polite and just made short conversation.
Me: Pretty cold weather we're getting, huh?
Scrooge (in a flat and somewhat unpleasant tone): Yup.
His dogs continued barking, and he finally turns and tells them to shut up in a loud tone of voice. He takes his food and gives me the credit card slip.
Me: Have a great night, sir.
Scrooge: Yeah.
He practically almost slams the door behind me. I look at the slip to see how much he tipped me, and he had stiffed me!


Btw before anyone leaves any comments, I do not care to hear about how tipping is optional and its not required, and that I should not complain. I am fully aware of this, and I take them all with a grain of salt, even though I am not happy about it. I was mostly unhappy with Scrooge's demeanor.
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