Copyright 2012 Attero
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Samantha was growing tired of the warnings. Every single member of her family and friends seemed to want her to know that delivering pizzas was dangerous work; certainly not something meant for a girl. Listening to them talk, one would think that she had signed up for active combat as opposed to just delivering food.
It wasn’t like she had a ton of options. The economy sucked and no one seemed to be hiring for “safer” work. Her car was in working order and she knew that she could make decent money off delivering food. It was better than starving to death while waiting for a more desirable job, at least.
It was the end of a Friday night, and Samantha had made mediocre pay. Still new at the job she had been having difficulty finding addresses, and her customers were punishing her lack of promptness with low tips. Needing the money, she volunteered to stay until close.
The phone rang two minutes before closing. Normally an order placed so late would be refused, but she begged her manager John to accept it. She needed the money, and the address was on the way home. Additionally, it was a pretty big order, which usually meant a larger tip. John wasn’t happy about it, but he was a generally nice guy and he understood how desperately Sam needed the money.