When It’s Good To Be Left High And Dry

A few years ago I ordered a pizza. As soon as I hang the phone up, rain started pouring down intensely.

Given that on previous occasions pizza deliveries were suspended when there was bad weather, I assumed they wouldn’t send anything to my place that day so I prepared myself something to eat and spent the evening watching TV or reading or playing video games.

About two and a half hours later there was a knock on my door and I opened it to a drenched guy in a Hazmat-like poncho holding a pizza while saying:

Delivery Guy: “I’m sorry it took so long to get here. It’s raining a little bit but don’t worry, your pizza is dry. Cold, but dry. And it’s free because of the delay.”

I told him I’d pay him anyway and he refused to take my money but accepted it after asking him to take it as a tip for himself.

I think it’s been the most expensive cold pizza I’ve ever bought but he deserved it.