I figure I'll chip in. I used to deliver pizzas, and by far the best one I ever had came about an hour before closing time. Somebody called up the store, and one of the sups (who should have known already) asked if we delivered to a park that's about 15 miles away. We yelled no, but then the guy offered a $20 tip if somebody would. I was going out in that general direction anwyays, so I said I would. One of the other drivers was taking the order and looked over at me and said "the guy wants to know what kind of pizza to get."
"I don't care. Tell him to get BBQ chicken."
So the driver tells him that the BBQ chicken is the best. After five more minutes of arguing with the guy, he finally orders it.
I get out to the park about 20 minutes before the store closes. It's past dark at this point, so the park is closed, and I get out of my car and start walking. It's pitch black, and all I have to go on is this guy's lot number (9). After about 5 mintues I start running, and finally make it to the camping section. Of course, it's numbered 1-50, with the lower numbers being the furthest away from the entrance. I finally get to the campsite, with the road being on a slight rise overlooking the campsite. There's a tent, but no fire going, and I can barely see. I tentatively shout out a hello, and ask if anyone's ordered pizza.
This guy (minus the blood), runs up, sweating profusely.
"Did you order the BBQ chicken pizza?"
"Izzat pizza? I ordered a pizza three hours ago and the guy never showed up!"
I paused for a moment, and decided to go with it. "Yeah, I've got one right here."
"Awesome. I just gotta go get my money from my truck."
So he goes up to his truck, and I follow him. About this time, I'm convinced he's just gonna pull a shotgun out and steal it from me or just shoot me, because he's obviously high or completely wasted. But, to my surprise, he pulls out a sealed envelope filled with cash. "How much wazzit?"
"$20 plus the $20 tip."
He points at me. "Good man!" He then proceeds to extract a $50 and a $20, but then holds them up to the moonlight to scrutinize them. He puts one back, and pulls out another bill and hands them to me, saying "Just want to make sure I don't give ya too much!" As he takes the pizza, he motions to his tent and says "See those two girls down there? They're LESBIANS!" He then laughs and runs off toward the tent.
There was only one girl down there, who I'm pretty sure was a prostitute (hence the envelope).
When I got back to my car, I looked and saw that instead of exchanging the $50 for another $20, he switched the $20 with another $50 without realizing it. $100 for one delivery was nice.