Apartment 66

Happy, sad, angry, or delusional, I see it all. The customers I have are a mix of all ages, race, and class with various interpretations of ethics, morality and just the plain weird. When I knock on the door, it’s a mutual exchange, cash for product. That’s right; I am talking about pizza delivery. A looking glass into what I do on a daily basis. My blog will be a consistent theme of pizza delivery stories and the unusual things I see.

For my first story I would like to talk about the man in apartment 66. He’s a man of few words, but always leaves me thinking. I knock on the door, a faint “One minute” echoes from the other side. The aroma of must, mold, and cheese make an interesting combination. I hear the clatter of five dead bolts. A withered man, 5’9” with a snow white beard, and a military tattoo right above his heart greets me. He smiles, as his hands tremble while holding a twenty dollar bill. Right before I turn to leave, he says, “The sun rises only once a day and falls. The time in between should be lived to the fullest.” He smiles once more and closes the door. His insightful advice  always leaves me with something to think about.