After two years of being a hardened anti-teenage-manipulation machine, I thought my days of being unassertive and a pushover were done. Funny how quickly we revert back to our ways once a certain behavior is no longer a necessity to daily functioning. Personality really is consistent throughout the life span!--Thank you counseling theory classes. Anyway, I used to be able to say anything to a kid about how inappropriate their behaviors were, but I sometimes find myself being worried about even hurting little kids' feelings and having them dislike me when I need to confront them for the greater good. How lame.
Well, last night was truly a confirmation of my unassertiveness and munipulability (yes, I am pretty sure I made up that word). My husband and I decided to splurge and order pizza, but didn't think about the tip (we paid online). I never have cash, but luckily I have a little piggy-bank that comes in handy every now and then. The cheapy that I am, I ran up to my little bank only to find large bills, one $1 bill and several quarters and decided the $1 bill and 4 quarters would have to do. I have no idea what ettiquette says about tips for pizza delivery.
Well, when I answered the door, I grabbed the pizza and sheepishly handed the delivery guy my cleverly concealed quarters, which were hiding within the folds of the dollar bill. Phew. Glad that's over with. But no, the doorbell rang a second time with the pizza guy exclaiming, "Umm. This is only two dollars. . .blah blah blah. . . the order was $24." Oh the horror and shock of being openly confronted for shafting a pizza guy. Completely caught off guard, I played dumb to hide my guilt of being so cheap, "Oh, was that not enough. . .I don't know what is standard. . I'll be right back." I rushed off to my little bank, trying desperately to find extra quarters and wondering how much I really had to pay him.
Luckily, cops are assertive and aware of scumbags. And I just happen to be married to a cop. So while I was frantically searching for change, my husband stepped in and asked the pizza guy if there was a problem; if I didn't pay him for the pizza. Now scared of confrontation, it was the pizza guy's turn to play dumb, "oh, did you pay online? They must not have told me." Issue settled.
Except now I have to wonder how rude and conniving this pizza guy was. Was he sincerely confused about how the bill had been paid; a little too pushy and assertive about getting a good tip; or a con-man trying to dupe a naive, seemingly alone young woman into paying HIM an extra $24? We'll never know, but I sure feel stupid eitherway!
Ironically, my husband originally commented that the pizza guy seemed like a nice guy. Jinx!
Well, last night was truly a confirmation of my unassertiveness and munipulability (yes, I am pretty sure I made up that word). My husband and I decided to splurge and order pizza, but didn't think about the tip (we paid online). I never have cash, but luckily I have a little piggy-bank that comes in handy every now and then. The cheapy that I am, I ran up to my little bank only to find large bills, one $1 bill and several quarters and decided the $1 bill and 4 quarters would have to do. I have no idea what ettiquette says about tips for pizza delivery.
Well, when I answered the door, I grabbed the pizza and sheepishly handed the delivery guy my cleverly concealed quarters, which were hiding within the folds of the dollar bill. Phew. Glad that's over with. But no, the doorbell rang a second time with the pizza guy exclaiming, "Umm. This is only two dollars. . .blah blah blah. . . the order was $24." Oh the horror and shock of being openly confronted for shafting a pizza guy. Completely caught off guard, I played dumb to hide my guilt of being so cheap, "Oh, was that not enough. . .I don't know what is standard. . I'll be right back." I rushed off to my little bank, trying desperately to find extra quarters and wondering how much I really had to pay him.
Luckily, cops are assertive and aware of scumbags. And I just happen to be married to a cop. So while I was frantically searching for change, my husband stepped in and asked the pizza guy if there was a problem; if I didn't pay him for the pizza. Now scared of confrontation, it was the pizza guy's turn to play dumb, "oh, did you pay online? They must not have told me." Issue settled.
Except now I have to wonder how rude and conniving this pizza guy was. Was he sincerely confused about how the bill had been paid; a little too pushy and assertive about getting a good tip; or a con-man trying to dupe a naive, seemingly alone young woman into paying HIM an extra $24? We'll never know, but I sure feel stupid eitherway!
Ironically, my husband originally commented that the pizza guy seemed like a nice guy. Jinx!
4 comments:
I bet he was just confused! If not, he had a lot of gall asking for a bigger tip. Good thing you had an undercover officer to take care of things, just in case. Hope the pizza was good.
NomNomNom
Rizza *drools*
Make sure when you order pizza from now on, you request delivery persons under the age of 18. You will feel back at 3 Springs again. It'll all come back to ya.
I was close to it, but managed to hold myself together. According to multiple MASHes i was supposed to marry him though. I guess i have to come up with a new life plan...
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