Recovering from surgery and battling a nasty cold, John just wanted a simple meal.
Recovering from surgery and battling a nasty cold, John just wanted a simple meal. But when a delivery driver took off with his food over a $9 tip, John's frustration turned into a viral life lesson that rocked the community and caught the attention of a national delivery company.
Last week, something happened that I still can't believe. I'm 45, recovering from surgery, and to top it off, I caught a cold. My wife, Karen, was out of town for work, and the kids were staying with friends. I was home alone, feeling miserable.
The living room was dim. I'd been lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, tissues scattered around me. My throat was scratchy, and I could barely keep my eyes open. The smell of the medicine cabinet lingered in the air from all the pills I'd been taking.
"Great," I muttered, reaching for another tissue. "Just what I need right now."
I hadn't eaten much all day. The thought of making something to eat was overwhelming. I could barely stand without feeling dizzy. I was too exhausted to cook and too sick to drive. The fridge only had some old leftovers that looked like a science experiment gone wrong.
I decided to order some food. I pulled out my phone and opened the delivery app. My favorite deli was just a few blocks away. A simple soup and sandwich sounded perfect—something light to settle my stomach after all the meds.
I added a chicken noodle soup and a turkey sandwich to the cart. The total came to about $30 with delivery. I was on disability and pinching pennies, but I always tried to tip decently. I've been there before, working jobs where tips made a difference.
"Let's do $9," I said, typing it in. I knew it was a good tip, especially since I'd asked the driver to just leave the food at the door. I didn't want to risk spreading my cold to anyone.
About 20 minutes later, I got a notification on my phone: Your order has arrived.
I slowly pushed myself up from the couch, groaning as my stitches pulled a bit. I shuffled over to the door and checked the doorbell camera, expecting to see the bag on the welcome mat. But instead, I saw something that made me do a double-take.
The delivery driver, a young guy in his twenties, was standing there, holding the bag. He looked down at his phone, then at the bag, and then back at his phone. I heard him muttering through the camera.
"Nine bucks? Are you kidding me? People are so cheap," he scoffed, shaking his head. "If you can't afford to tip properly, don't order food."
"What the heck?" I whispered, staring at the screen in disbelief.
He stood there for a few more seconds, then shrugged. "Guess this broke idiot can stay hungry," he said, picking up the bag and walking away with it.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I watched him walk off down the sidewalk, my food still in his hand. I was too shocked to move. Did he really just steal my food because he didn't like the tip? I felt a mix of disbelief, anger, and helplessness wash over me.
"This can't be real," I said out loud, still staring at the screen. I rewound the footage just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating from the cold medicine. But there it was again—him complaining about the tip and then walking off with my dinner.
I sat back down on the couch, shaking my head. "Unbelievable."
But I knew getting mad wouldn't solve anything. I needed to think clearly. I grabbed my phone and opened the delivery app again. I clicked on "Help" and started a chat with their support team.
"Hi," I typed, trying to keep my frustration in check. "My delivery driver just took my food because he wasn't happy with the tip. I have the whole thing on my doorbell camera."
"Hello, I'm sorry to hear that," the representative replied. "Can you please provide more details about what happened?"
I explained the situation, attaching the video from my doorbell camera. I could feel my hands shaking as I typed. It wasn't just about the food. It was the fact that someone could be so disrespectful.
After a few minutes, the support rep responded. "We apologize for this experience. We'll issue a full refund, and we're escalating this issue to the driver's manager. Is there anything else we can do for you?"
"Thanks," I replied. "That's fine for now." I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. I got my money back, but I was still hungry and frustrated.
I knew I had to do more. I picked up my phone again and called the deli.
"Hey, it's John," I said when the manager picked up. "I just wanted to let you know what happened with my order. It's not your fault, but you should know about this driver."
As I explained, the manager, Sam, listened carefully. "Man, that's awful. I'm so sorry, John. I'll make sure this gets looked into. We've been using that delivery service for a while, and I've never heard of something like this happening."
"I appreciate it, Sam. Just wanted you to know."
"Thanks for telling me. Let me know if you need anything else."
I hung up and sighed. It still didn't feel like enough. I had to do something. But what? ... (continue reading in the 1st comment...)
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