“My pizza shop would write Dp or DP on the ticket. These stood for either Diet Pepsi or Dr. Pepper. I would always get the 2 confused. Many times we drivers were in a hurry because of the rush or being short a driver.
I grab a Diet Pepsi. I hand the order with the pops, Diet Pepsi, pizza and other to the guy at the door. There is a girl inside the room and she is angry and yelling because she wants a Dr. Pepper not a Diet Pepsi.
I am closer to a convenience store than to my shop, so I tell the guy who answered the door that I will be back. I buy a Dr. Pepper out of my wallet and on the way back to the customer, I shake that pop for the entire trip back.
I set the shaken pop on the guard rail outside the apartment door and I knock on the door. I hoof it back down the stairs to the ground floor and I am in the door way ready to leave the apartment building when the girl answers the door.
The pop is well shaken. The girl is at the door way of her apartment at the top of the stairs. I am at the bottom of the stairs, in the door way leading outside. The girl wants to give me a tip. She is really apologetic. I keep telling her ‘No. Don’t worry about it.’
She is insisting that I take the tip. The pop is shaken. It is going to explode when she opens it and I don’t want to be anywhere around this when it does.
I thank her anyway, refuse the tip, and I take off.
I would have given a couple of dollars to see her face when she opened that pop.”
— J. Cheerheart