“Years ago, I was a delivery driver for a place that tried to bill themselves as gourmet pizza. Since they were so classy, the drivers’ uniforms were a tuxedo shirt and bow tie. I had the misfortune of delivering to two separate bachelorette parties in my time at this company, and on both occasions, the middle aged ladies refused to believe I was not the stripper. When I actually handed them the pizzas, they still tried to pay me to take my clothes off.

I know it sounds like it would be awesome, but it was beyond awkward. Mortifying. I could not get out of there fast enough.” – TheRealHIFLoClass