I had a couple of $20's in my wallet and the food came to $29 so I had planned to ask for 5 or so back to give (in my view) a very decent $5 tip. But when he came I didn't bother reaching for the 20's and instead gave him a $50, but still asked for $5 back.
I don't care that much about the extra $10, but looking back the guy clearly could tell I was probably not paying attention, and was somewhat sly about trying to almost distract me while he got out the change. He was trying to do it as fast as possible while asking about whether or not it was a speedy enough delivery and he all but sprained his wrist getting the 50 out of sight into his pocket ASAP before getting his change purse out so I wouldn't realize I had given him a 50. That's kinda annoying.
Eh, I was thrown off because he was one of those old pizza delivery guys - you know the really polite almost unctuous ones who call you sir and make you feel somehow guilty and disturbed by the fact that a kindly old man is bringing you food late at night during the frigid winter. I'd much rather deal with a surly teenager than the nice old men who make me wonder why the hell they're driving around bringing pizza to drunks all night for minimum wage and what mistakes he made in life that I should be looking to avoid.
I don't care that much about the extra $10, but looking back the guy clearly could tell I was probably not paying attention, and was somewhat sly about trying to almost distract me while he got out the change. He was trying to do it as fast as possible while asking about whether or not it was a speedy enough delivery and he all but sprained his wrist getting the 50 out of sight into his pocket ASAP before getting his change purse out so I wouldn't realize I had given him a 50. That's kinda annoying.
Eh, I was thrown off because he was one of those old pizza delivery guys - you know the really polite almost unctuous ones who call you sir and make you feel somehow guilty and disturbed by the fact that a kindly old man is bringing you food late at night during the frigid winter. I'd much rather deal with a surly teenager than the nice old men who make me wonder why the hell they're driving around bringing pizza to drunks all night for minimum wage and what mistakes he made in life that I should be looking to avoid.