Benjamin just reached the old town street to make the last delivery of the day. The dust in the air was making him sneeze. Giving the pizza boxes while sneezing would likely give him a low rating, so he called the customer and told her to walk out. And she did. A fat annoyed grandma with a hand fan in her hand, rebuking Benjamin for making her walk forty steps from her doorstep.

“Sorry, ma’am, but you don’t look that old,” Benjamin lied through his teeth, “so I thought this much distance was nothing.”

The grandma’s expression softened. She even showered a toothy smile and said, “I will look much younger if I wear makeup. Do you want to see?”

“M-Maybe another time,” Benjamin said. “I need to go home on time, or my wife will make a meal out of me.”

“Haha, so you’ve got an energetic wife, huh. She’ll keep you under check, so good for you,” she gave him the money, but no tip.

“Uh,” Benjamin scratched his cheek, “my wife will be happy if I take some money home in the form of tips, ma’am.”