Delivery Drivers Describe Bizarre Deliveries

"The worst delivery"I had the worst delivery about two years ago. I got to the apartment, knocked, and heard a voice inside tell me to come in. Fine, no problem. Probably has her kids, so I opened the door, walked in, and made the biggest mistake: I breathed. The smell was unforgettable. It smelled like rancid, rotting flesh left in the sun for days while still wet. I kept walking, stumbling a little, grabbed the pizza, and gave it to the lady in the chair. The closer I got, the worse the smell became. After what felt like years, she finally gave me the money, returned the change (more than I should have), and left. As soon as the door shut, I vomited. I puked until I was dry heaving but still throwing up.I got to my car eventually, but I still smelled it on my clothes. I did the only sensible thing. I stripped. I threw my hoodie, shirt, pants, socks, and shoes into my trunk. I drove back to the pizza place, got out, grabbed my clothes, and walked in like a boss. The other driver just stared at me in my boxers. I went to the back of the store and did laundry.

I reached my car, but the smell clung to me. I did what made sense. I stripped down. I tossed my hoodie, shirt, pants, socks, and shoes into the trunk. I drove back to the pizza place, got out, grabbed my clothes, and walked in like a boss. The other driver just stared at me in my boxers. I went to the back of the store to do laundry.

"I"I delivered a pizza for a place and got an order for a house.The order went further than our usual delivery area.I pull up, knock, and wait... wait and wait. Then I knock again. Silence. So I call when a woman answers the phone sounding very sleepy. "Okay, sorry, I'll be right there." She opens the door, robe wide open, showing a slender naked body underneath. All I could say was, "You look nice." That earned a "Thanks cutie." She paid me and sent me away. Minutes later, I get a text: "What's your name?" We started texting, and after some chat, she sent me three or four nude pictures (I had already seen her in her open robe). A day passed, and I decided to text her. Her reply was, "Sorry, who is this?" I replied with the usual, "I delivered pizza to your house."

She then sent me to adultfreindfinder.com and told me to set up an account and message her there. That is smart advertising.I did not sign up or text her back.I was just kind of weirded out by the whole thing.She must send many full frontal nudes via text.I was weirded out by the whole situation. She sends lots of full frontal nudes out through text.

One evening, I delivered pizza, and she lacked money. I suggested she get food from a parent, and she said her mom was not there, and her dad "wasn't alive anymore." I asked when her mom might return (thinking she left somewhere), and the girl said "Thursday."

Monday arrived.

I asked if she was sure, and she said yes. Her mommy's boyfriend lives in [nearby town], and she leaves on Monday and returns on Thursdays "most of the time." I asked about grandma or any family or friends—no, no, no, no.

I sat there thinking, 'What do I do now?' I thought about giving her the pizza and saying, 'Here you go, bye.'

After a moment that felt like forever, I asked to borrow her phone. This was before cell phones. I called the police. I sat on the steps with the little girl until the police arrived.

She spoke about her runaway cat and her My Little Ponies. She gave me a friendship bracelet. Her hair and clothes looked dirty. I considered this girl sitting alone in her house for days.

The police arrived. I told them my story. They told me to leave. I did not know what happened to her. That house had no more pizza orders; I checked all orders when I worked.

When I reached her home, an ambulance sat out front. I took the pizza and pushed the doorbell. A younger woman, I assumed her daughter, told me she died. I was the last person she spoke to. The woman's daughter paid with a tip, and I went back to work.

I delivered pizzas in North Dakota. I always got weirdos; dirt roads were...That always signaled trouble.One time, I arrived at a trailer park address. A note on the door read, 'Please come inside, money is on the counter.' I went in. A $20 bill sat there for a $26 order. I waited five minutes. I called them. A woman answered. I told her she was short. She said, 'Yeah, I know, didn't you see my note?' I said I saw the note; that showed they were $6 short. 'No, the other note. The one on the microwave.' I saw a post-it note saying, 'Pawn Me.' 'You want me to pawn your microwave to make up the difference?' 'Yes,' she replied. 'We do it often. There is a pawn shop next door; they usually give me about $20 for it. That covers the bill and gives you a tip for your trouble.'

I was unsure if this was legal. I went to the pawn shop. The man gave me $20 for it. I asked if this was common. The man at the counter said I was the fourth delivery guy that month to bring in that microwave. I earned a $14 tip from it!

I worked forCircuit City delivered to a retired adult film star.I delivered a computer to an older lady. We arrived at her house; Nine Inch Nails blasted from inside. She invited us in. While we set up the computer, she stopped the music and played lesbian porn on her big TV. We ignored it and kept setting up the computer in silence. She then talked to us about being a porn star and asked us to stay longer. I was an 18-year-old, and my boss, a 40-year-old ex-marine, said, "I'm married, but he wouldn't mind."

She hit on me much harder. We left in awkward silence. Then, at the truck, we started laughing hard.

I knocked. A guy opened the door. He wore diapers and had a bow in his hair like a baby.

It was awkward."Adult baby orders pizza"

"Fat man accepts pizza in leopard print thong"I went to this guy's house.The door was open; the screen door was in front of it. I rang the bell three times. No answer. I called twice. I heard the phone ringing inside the guy's house; the phone sat on a table I could see.I called a third time. A big, fat, pimply white guy came down the stairs wearing only a leopard print thong to grab the phone.

'Hello?'

'Hello, this is the pizza delivery guy... I'm at your front door.'

He turned his head, saw me looking, dropped the phone, and ran upstairs. I got a good tip.

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"Delivery man's wife buys couch without his knowledge"I oncedelivered a sofato my house that my wife bought without asking me.

I left a gas station after a delivery. Walking to the truck cab, I saw a large, unkempt man quickly approach me from behind in my mirror.
As I turned, six to eight police cars pulled up. Officers got out, hands on weapons. They yelled to get down. I froze, unsure what to do. Officers rushed toward me; one grabbed me and pulled me aside. I do not know what he said because a helicopter was there. The approaching man was handcuffed.

I waited for the officers to assess the situation. An officer spoke into his walkie-talkie, "We got him!" I still do not know who that guy was, only that he could be very dangerous.

"I delivered a pizzato a farmhouse.I live near a town and farms on the edge. I went to the door and delivered the pizza without trouble. The customer closed the door, and I turned around to see a pissed-off rooster trapping me on the porch. He came at me, and I jumped over the porch ledge.

That cock chased me back to my truck, pecking at my ankles.

"I used to deliver food for a grilled sandwich shop"That happened back in college.One delivery took me to a fortune teller's place across town. A middle-aged woman of Middle Eastern descent invited me in. She had to search for money. We talked about fortune telling, the people she sees, and why she does it.

She paid me. She ended the talk with, 'Alright, I'll see you around, Blake.' I never told her my name. I walked out stunned. I sat in my car, switching between reality and wondering if mind reading and fortune telling were real. Then I saw my name tag on my shirt.

"I worked as a delivery driver for a local shop that delivered"around a college.I got a $235 delivery to a frat party. After dropping off the pizza, I could have $250 or play beer pong. I would win $500 or get nothing.

They barely won by one cup. They expected my loss and lacked authorization from the treasury person at the frat to spend that much. The frat president finally gave me the $500 because he kept his word. Then, two members received a quick vote kick for being idiots, and the party stopped. Fourteen guys got a lot of pizza; there was no party.

"I've only been a pizza delivery driver for a month and a half. Last week, I had to deliver a pizza to someone whose next-door neighbor's house was"on fire.I am not talking small fires or big gardens. I mean three fire engines, two police cars, and two ambulances. A house burned, five meters from where I stood in the doorway.

The girls opening the door gave a strange greeting: 'Good evening, here is your pizza, your neighbor's house is on fire.'

"I delivered pizza for many years. A regular was a good tipper, so we alwaysfought over who got to deliver to him.I got lucky and brought him a large order. He was having a get-together; many guys were in his apartment. I saw many glass bowls in the kitchen and a couple more on the table.

I realized the guys held fists of money. The bowls contained beta fish. They were betting on fish fights.

"I did pizza"delivery in college.In central PA, I arrived at an older couple's door holding a large pie. I rang the bell, and the woman came out. I said, "I have your delivery." She looked at me confused and said, "We did not order Chinese food."

I had to explain I was just the delivery guy with their large pizza.

"Food delivery tostrip clubsI delivered to a gay bar, possibly a strip club. The guy pulled his pants halfway off. While standing on the bar, he pulled crumpled underwear out to pay me.

I wish the dancers ordered more. That guy acted professional, even when he unfolded his underwear money. He tipped well.

"Pizza paid for with jug of coins worth much more"I delivered pizza inhigh schoolOne night, I delivered to a couple of teenage stoners. They had no bills. Instead, they gave me a five-gallon jug, half full of change. They said they would count the money before I got there but forgot. I took the jug back and counted the silver.

The pizza cost about $14.00. I received about $105.00 in change, not including pennies. I could keep all of it except the money for the pizza. That jug weighed a ton.

"I used to deliver to this onedivorced lady'shouse every week. She flashed me 'by accident' constantly. She wore sweatshirts with very loose necks (early '90s). She always bent over in front of me, so even a naive guy like me knew it was not an accident.