Pizza Delivery_(0)
Delivery.. > It had been a slow night, summertime was slow enough for pizza delivery, but when delivering to a hotel tips where even worse. I moved out of my parents house right after graduation and my teacher’s salary didn’t cover all the bills so I had a weekend job delivering for Papa John’s. I was surprised by the name on the delivery slip as Wendy R. at room 240, The Hilton Garden. Mrs. R had been my guidance counselor, during my freshmen year at State college, rumor had it she was an easy lay for the jocks, of which I was not. I was surprised by the fact she was staying at the Hilton, when she only lived 20 miles away. During college I had gone from a tall out of shape kid to …