I was delivering to a house with an open garage. After a few tries at the door, I went around and knocked on the garage door — something you’re told never to do in delivery lest you be kidnapped and your kidneys sold on the black market. A man that looked like the stunt double for Sammy Hagar came out, beer in hand, and told me to step inside. I did. He took me through the house to the backyard where I spotted a hot tub with no less than two gorgeous women in it and a little person, resting his cast on the spa’s edge. I was offered a beer but declined as I was, ya know, driving, thanked them and went on my way. To this day, I don’t know how the lil fella hurt his hand, and to this day, I still wonder.
2 days ago a 40-something-year-old dude opened the door with nothing but a robe on with his shamalamadingdong hanging out. That was pretty awkward I guess, but he did tip me 5 euro which is nice.