Pizza Delivery
My very first delivery,
not too far away,
a cash order.
A small house
on the corner
of a small neighborhood.
Grass well-cut
but sprinkled with weeds,
and bushes in need
of a good trim.
The house’s white paint
was well applied, but old,
and starting to peel.
I walked up,
opened the screen,
knocked on the door.
It opened just a crack,
and I couldn’t see
anyone inside.
Pizza delivery!
I said, and
the door opened fully.
It was a tall, gangly dude, white-ish, maybe latino,
Millennial, complete with the man-bun
and Duck Dynasty beard, and of course
with a nose piercing, a tatted face,
tank top showing off more tats on his arms,
stars and flowers and birds,
and eyes that held a wise sadness
you only get from too much experience.
Thanks, my man.
He handed me two twenties.
His order cost thirty.
That’s a 25% tip.
Keep the change.
I asked, you sure you don’t want-?
His appearance may have been disheveled
but his voice was so kind, so soothing.
Naw, man, that’s your tip!
Stay safe out there, brother.
not too far away,
a cash order.
A small house
on the corner
of a small neighborhood.
Grass well-cut
but sprinkled with weeds,
and bushes in need
of a good trim.
The house’s white paint
was well applied, but old,
and starting to peel.
I walked up,
opened the screen,
knocked on the door.
It opened just a crack,
and I couldn’t see
anyone inside.
Pizza delivery!
I said, and
the door opened fully.
It was a tall, gangly dude, white-ish, maybe latino,
Millennial, complete with the man-bun
and Duck Dynasty beard, and of course
with a nose piercing, a tatted face,
tank top showing off more tats on his arms,
stars and flowers and birds,
and eyes that held a wise sadness
you only get from too much experience.
Thanks, my man.
He handed me two twenties.
His order cost thirty.
That’s a 25% tip.
Keep the change.
I asked, you sure you don’t want-?
His appearance may have been disheveled
but his voice was so kind, so soothing.
Naw, man, that’s your tip!
Stay safe out there, brother.
