My Pizza Delivery Job

Covid has been rough on all of us. People have dealt with job loss, isolation, and even death. I?m so glad it seems to be winding down. For me, personally, while I did miss going out, it also gave Kelly and me plenty of time together, which we have really made the most of. On the downside, I lost my job when my employer closed.My previous job was where I met Kelly. It was a sandwich place that you find everywhere. Kelly was a store manager and I was a new hire. I could bursa escort have gone back, but I think we are much happier working separately. Plus, we made something of a scene there as a couple, and with Kelly having been promoted to district manager, it would cause issues if I returned. With these facts in mind, I had no interest in returning. Jobs are plentiful right now, but I worked several jobs before finding the right one.One such job was delivering pizza. The tips bursa escort bayan are better than you might think, but people can be creepy.Really quickly, I learned that delivering one pizza to a guy at a hotel can get extremely weird. A big order is no problem, because it?s usually a family. But a small pizza or a sandwich to a guy in a hotel?well, watch out! It?s a guy away from home, unsupervised.The first one was an older guy. He answered the door in a T-shirt escort bursa and boxers with his fly open and his junk semi-exposed. I said ?Um sir?? and sort of gestured that way.He apologized and then sort of pulled the whole big, saggy mess all the way out, as though that was a necessary part of tucking it all back in. I told him to have a nice day and left quickly. A semi-erect, elderly penis with saggy balls dangling beneath is not a good look. Just saying.Another time, I came close to using pepper spray. There was no nudity, but the guy grasped my arm and attempted to guide me into his room for a supposed tip. The heck with that; I don?t need to put myself at risk just for money.