gays tip well

dispatcher: i'm gonna give you a delivery for [name redacted]; he tips really well.
me: cool.

fast-forward to the actual delivery. it was on west 4th st. i park as soon as i can and walk down to find the place. "oh," i say to myself, "it's rain." i walk into rain. it's empty, but i hear someone doing something that sounds like pouring ice. after a minute, i see a guy walking toward me carrying a large bucket o'ice.

me: i'm looking for [name redacted].
guy with ice: that's me.

and yes, he did tip very well. considering all he ordered was a gyro. i can buy a pack of cigarettes now!

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it was a slow delivery day shift, so i spent some time in the office talking with the dispatcher, and one topic was vegetarianism. i mentioned how being a vegetarian was detrimental to some of my past relationships. and yes, i did play the adverb game, saying "some people i've dated" instead of "past boyfriends". i don't know why i did it, because everyone at my delivery job seems really cool and easy to talk to.

and it makes me wonder if my dispatcher noticed it, and that's why i got the delivery to the gay bar. but you know what, straight guys aren't that clever. or maybe they are. he probably didn't even think about it. he probably was just like "i'm gonna give him a delivery that tips well." and obviously this guy is a repeat customer if they know he tips well.

i'm just overthinking, as usual. gah.

update (1:21 a.m.): um, yeah, i think my dispatcher totally got my adverb game. when i was closing out at the end of my shift, he commented that i had a lot of ones, but that i couldn't have them (ones are a hot commodity at work). i said, "that's all right; it's not like i was gonna go hit up a strip club or anything." and my dispatcher said "well, you could stick them down the jockey shorts of some fast food worker and say 'this is for the hamburger.'" and i said,"yeah, and then i could say 'keep the change, tiger' and wink at them." and we both had a huge laugh about it. but, yeah. ha.