“When I was in college, I delivered pizza for Domino’s to a local University. The girls dorm used to always request me. I used to think it was because I got the pizza there fast and hot, but one night it seemed that hot pizza wasn’t what they ordered. I delivered to room 212, a room that I had delivered to 2 other times that week. The cute blonde that lived in that dorm room was always friendly and always tipped well. This time, it was around midnight and my shift was about to end. She answered the door in a see-through night gown and paid for the pizza and then asked “Are you sure you can’t come in and have a piece?” I was young and stupid and thought she was talking about the pizza. Unfortunately, I had other pizzas to deliver. Then a couple of seconds later, it dawned on me what was going on here. I was a slow learner back then. I politely declined and finished my shift. I always wished that I had quit my job right there and enjoyed “a piece” with her… I am sure it would have been memorable.”

“I rang a doorbell on a rural property and two dogs came from out of nowhere (an Alsatian and a Doberman) and bounded toward me snarling. I couldn’t think of anything else to do but lower the pizza box in front of me to block them. It worked as the dogs started sniffing at the box and lost interest in me. When the woman answered the door, she was startled to see the dogs out and said I was lucky.”

“I drove into a crime scene. A murder occurred and the police surrounded my vehicle forced me out, cuffed me, asked me what I was doing. I told them I was delivering a pizza. They told me I had to leave the area. Scary.”

“A drunk guy offering me his wife if I wanted her (I was 20 at the time and more than a little freaked out by the offer)”

“My pizza shop would write Dp or DP on the ticket. These stood for either Diet Pepsi or Dr. Pepper. I would always get the 2 confused. Many times we drivers were in a hurry because of the rush or being short a driver. I grab a Diet Pepsi. I hand the order with the pops, Diet Pepsi, pizza and other to the guy at the door. There is a girl inside the room and she is angry and yelling because she wants a Dr. Pepper not a Diet Pepsi. I am closer to a convenience store than to my shop, so I tell the guy who answered the door that I will be back. I buy a Dr. Pepper out of my wallet and on the way back to the customer, I shake that pop for the entire trip back. I set the shaken pop on the guard rail outside the apartment door and I knock on the door. I hoof it back down the stairs to the ground floor and I am in the door way ready to leave the apartment building when the girl answers the door. The pop is well shaken. The girl is at the door way of her apartment at the top of the stairs. I am at the bottom of the stairs, in the door way leading outside. The girl wants to give me a tip. She is really apologetic. I keep telling her ‘No. Don’t worry about it.’ She is insisting that I take the tip. The pop is shaken. It is going to explode when she opens it and I don’t want to be anywhere around this when it does. I thank her anyway, refuse the tip, and I take off. I would have given a couple of dollars to see her face when she opened that pop.”

“On a delivery, I once saw a woman parked on the side of the road in her car. She was looking through binoculars into someone else’s house. (Husband cheating?)”

“When I delivered pizza back in 2010 I delivered pizza to a pretty impressive igloo in a city park parking lot. The kids didn’t actually tell us they were in an igloo because they thought we would think it was a prank, I was very confused when I pulled into an empty parking lot until five people came out of the snow in a billow of smoke.”

“I was delivering Chinese Food years ago when I was in my early twenties. I went to the door of this house in a new neighbourhood—some of the houses didn’t even have lawns. A woman answered the door with several kids around her. She grabbed the food and as she went down the hallway she told the kids to ‘pay the man and figure out the tip’. The kids handed me a wad of cash and shut the door. I counted it as I walked back to the car and the tip was about 75% of the bill! I went back to the house and rang the bell again. The mom answered and I explained to her how the kids must have made a mistake. She said, “That’s generous! Have a good night,” and closed the door with a smile.”

“I clocked on at 4pm one day and got an order to deliver straight away. It was unusual but not unheard of to deliver at that time. I rang the bell of the house and two guys opened the door giggling like idiots. They paid me and took their pizzas. By the time I got back to the shop (less than 5 minutes away) they had already ordered again. I can’t remember for sure, but I think I went back to that house three times with pizzas. They were stoned off their heads.”

“A young boy who used to work in my friend’s hotel had Down syndrome. But he was the most loving, cheerful and kind soul you would ever meet. And yes the most hard-working. And not a day would go by where he wouldn’t politely take everyone’s orders and give them the best service possible. Even when people would tip him – he would shockingly point out to the tip box and inform the generous tippers – that he would share the tip with his colleagues. On his birthday – to his surprise – all the patrons of the restaurant came over to celebrate his birthday with gifts for the sweet little lad. One of the most touching moments I have ever witnessed ever.”

“I delivered pizza for four years, it was an interesting job to say the least. Weirdest experience would have to be this: One night, I’m finishing up delivering, and I come across the last house. I walk up to the door, ring the bell and nobody answers. Mind you, I’m not late by any means. A few minutes pass and I return to my car and call the store to see if they can reach the residents. About 10 minutes have passed at this point, with no response from the folks who ordered. Just as my boss is telling me to leave, I look up. In the second story window is a completely naked man… just staring at me. Not one to shy away from weirdness, I wave (why not make it more awkward?). The man quickly disappeared and a minute later I am greeted by a terribly embarrassed, somewhat drunk, middle-aged man wearing a towel. He apologizes profusely, taking his pizza and leaving me with a nice tip.”

“One day I had a delivery to a mobile home in a trailer park. I stood on the second of the 3 small steps in front of the door and knocked. He says, ‘Watch out, there’s an opossum under the stairs. Oh, sh**! It’s on the stairs right behind you!!’ I calmly turn around, certain he’s pranking me, and see on the bottom stair… a ferret. ‘That’s not an opossum, that’s a ferret.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Umm… yeah.’ At this point, the ferret saw the nice, warm room at the top of the stairs and RAN past me, past the guy, and into his living room. The guy SCREAMED! So, being my helpful self, ran in to catch the little bugger. I should probably mention here that I am a 5′0″ little girl, weighing around 90 pounds. I should also probably mention that ferrets run very fast, and that grown men have very high-pitched screams. I finally caught it, with the guy thanking me profusely, and took it back to work to find someone who wanted it.”