In High School, I delivered pizza for a small pizza joint in my hometown (still the best pizza I’ve had to this day). I was about halfway through an 8 hour Saturday shift, when an order came in to an office building about 35 minutes away from the store. Our limit was usually a 5 mile radius, but they often make exceptions for big catering orders. I was the lucky driver who got to do the honors of taking this order. I am a little foggy on the details now, but I do remember it was somewhere in the range of 15–20 large pizzas and 200 wings. I was more than happy to take the long drive, because I was expecting a hefty tip. After all, I did have to bring 4 or 5 big, heavy bags with me. Most decent humans would tip pretty well, after all, If you have $400 to spend on pizza, then you have to have some extra cash to tip the driver. After the long trip to the office building, It took me 3 trips, each trip having to carry these heavy bags and 2-liters up 3 or 4 flights of stairs to the office, with no offer from anybody to help carry. Finally I get everything settled and give the boss the receipt to sign, on which they can add a tip. Out of courtesy, I never look at how much they tip me until I get back into my car. I get back down to my car to see they added a $.75 cent tip. SEVENTY-FIVE CENTS. The whole trip took me about an hour and 45 minutes in total, time I could have spent taking other deliveries and making actual money. To this day, it is still the most rude and bizarre thing I have ever seen working in the pizza industry. I got back to the store and told my manager and co-workers what happened, and my manager called the lady and actually banned her from eating and ordering at our restaurant. Great move if you ask me.