Heard Words
  • Home
  • Content
  • Ethra
  • D&D
  • Services
  • About
  • Contact
  • Home
  • Content
  • Ethra
  • D&D
  • Services
  • About
  • Contact

Pizza Delivery

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.
Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.