Yesterday was 420, the national holiday of stoners. I delivered at least two orders that had in excess of 4 ranch cups ordered. You may not know this, but stoners love ranch dressing; If more than two are ordered per pizza, you can be sure they are smoking up.
Other than that, it was a pretty boring night. Little Yellow was freaking out a bit because some corporate inspector is in town. It's a dumb system. First, we've had corporate/higher-ups in the store no less than three times in the last month, so the store has gotten clean and stayed pretty clean. Second, everyone knows when the dude's in town and calls around to see which stores he's already hit and as soon as he leaves one store the general manager grapevine gets activated so that all of the remaining stores know that he's on his way to one of them.
Part of the effects of the inspector's arrival being imminent (which, by the way, he didn't make it to our store last night, pretty much guaranteeing a visit today) was that Little Yellow made dishwater. I was assigned to dishes. If you know me, you probably already know where this is going: I couldn't rinse all of my dishes out! It didn't turn out too bad, I ended up rinsing dishes in the mop sink/trough, but it still tested my sanity a bit. He was very lucky that he just ran the dishwater and didn't stick any of the nasty dishes in it and that I'd already rinsed most of the dishes sitting next to it that House Elf driver ended up washing.
I took three deliveries to third floor apartments and one deliver that was nothing but cheesesticks (they pretipped $1 and, since I was hungry and had just found out I would be staying late, I made sure Taco Bell was on my way).
I made $36 off of 9 deliveries, $2.71 average tip.