Midget Porn Girl quit many many months ago. Since she’d started school, our schedules didn’t mesh and I didn’t know she wasn’t still working at the Indy until someone mentioned it. Saddly, she didn’t take her friend “Jo” with her. “Jo”, of course, not her friend’s real name. I wish what happened yesterday had done so sooner so I could have gifted her with her new nick, “The Stereotypical Blonde.”

So this dude wants a delivery to one of the Marriott Hotels in Hunt Valley (there are three). Stereotypical Blonde got an address for the hotel, so at least I knew where I was going. However, she did not get:

*The person’s name.
*The person’s phone number.
*The person’s room number or location in the hotel.

The front desk clerks looked at me like I was stark raving mad when I walked up to the desk. Truthfully, I hadn’t even wanted to take it until the guy called back (“Where’s my food?”) and we could get all the requisite info from him, but Gary pointed out that maybe it was a delivery for the front desk and it never hurts to try.

The Marriott in question is very large. They usually hold big conventions there. They’ve been doing renovations lately, the clerk explained, so in addition to the couple dozen employees around, there were also about a hundred construction workers, and guests in seventy rooms. He then offered to print me out a list of occupied rooms and — if I wanted to — I could go one a door-by-door search.

I declined and left, and eventually the person who ordered did call back. When I got the food to him, he told me he had indeed given Stereotypical Blonde his name and job description. I could have strangled her for that, but after I returned the first time, I overheard her telling James: “If I had delivered that, I wouldn’t have come back with the food. I’d've walked up to the construction workers and offered to sell it to ‘em at a discount.” To which I couldn’t help but reply, “If I had taken that order, I would’ve gotten all of the guy’s information and there would’ve been no need to shop the food around!”

Dumbass.

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Sometimes, when its busy and you’ve got four deliveries at the same time, and everyone pays with a $20 and needs change back, by the time you get to the last delivery, you’ve already gone through your ‘bank’. Generally, most places prohibit employees from leaving with over a certain amount of cash on deliveries (i.e., “Our Drivers Only Carry $20 in Change”) and when everyone is suffering from ATM syndrome, that change can go super quickly.