Decibel level: 120.
11.25pm
I collect the order, refraining myself from abusing him anymore. Paid about Rs.600. The guy’s apologetic but still has a comforting smile.
You’ve read this far.
“So what’s life-changing” you ask ?
11.30pm
*Doorbell*
Delivery Guy : (with an earnest smile) Sir, how is the Pizza ?
Me : Uh.. I haven’t tried it yet. It’s in the oven.
Delivery Guy : Sir, we’re extremely sorry for the inconvenience.
Here’s the refund. (Hands me the cash I paid him.) Thank you for choosing Domino’s Pizza
Well I was simple plain baffled. There was a myriad of a feelings… the joy of the pizza, the joy of the 1 pizza free and then the joy of both pizzas free.
But what was killing me was the sorrow, the guilt of shouting and nearly abusing someone who was working overtime, just to make ends meet, just to make sure that his customers and not just his loved ones didn’t sleep hungry.
I wanted to invite the guy in and share a slice of pizza or two with him or at least hug him.. somehow this 11th grader me couldn’t gather the courage to do so.The very thought of how easily we disrespect and look down at people serving us almost made me cry.
Speeding and at times toying with safety, delivery boys put in so much, just so that we get that pizza in half-an-hour or at least ASAP.
Is their life worth a meagre salary of about 10K ?
Yet we hold no regard.
Ever since. I’ve made a point to thank and smile at every waiter/delivery boy, even if the food is bad, because you can never really blame him for the food.
Though tipping is beyond my means for now, I’d recommend you to do so.
Thank you.
