My first ever delivery as a delivery driver was the first time I realised that the customer is not “always right”. I arrived at the the customer’s house 5 minutes late. I knock, he opens the door. Male, 50-something, raggedy looking. “Sorry about the wait” I tell him. He smiles, points at the pizza, and begins his schtick, “Oh, what? That’s for me?” he says with this cringeworthy faux surprise, flamboyantly waving his arms in the process. “Yes, sorry, we’re really busy at the moment” I reply. He smiles, looks me right in the eyes and says “I don’t give a fuck”, but his delivery comes off more contrived than intimidating. He doesn’t accept the pizza, finishes his performance with a “fuck off” and slams the door on my face. Now, correct me if I’m wrong here, but to me, I should have told him to go fuck himself and proceed to smear the pizza on his window. Hey, maybe I’m unprofessional. Or maybe, we should just live in an honest society.