Jason Werth, a left-fielder for the Los Angeles Dodgers. He ordered a couple of pizzas and some breadsticks from the Springfield, Illinois location of Imo’s Pizza this most recent Satuday. I delivered it to him at his home in Chatham (a suburb of Springfield), Illinois.
Nice fellow. Very tall and very skinny, wearing sweats and a T-shirt. His kids’ toys were all over the floor of his house, and his SUV (something mid-range, like a Santa Fe or something) was parked in his driveway. His home was a 4,000-ish square-foot McMansion in a good subdivision. Probably lists for about $450,000 in the Springfield real estate listings.
He and I chatted about spring training for a few minutes and then I went back to work. He tipped me about $5.50.
Just think, one day you’ll have grandchildren going :rolleyes: while you regale them with this tale. What the hey, though, I’m sure it made an otherwise boring shift of delivering pizza a little more exciting. Glad it happened to ya.
I delievered to a few different NASCAR drivers and WWF/WCW wrestlers while I was in high school and college. It’s never quite the experience you expect it to be, and they never give you that back huge tip that you’re half expecting in the back of your mind.
When I was 16, I was the scorekeeper with my hometown’s minor league baseball team. I got into an argument with former major leaguer Greg Olson, who was the away team’s manager, about whether one of his players should’ve been given a hit on a dropped pop fly.
Later, he told my dad (who was the VP - yay, nepotism!) that “you’ve got one stubborn kid there.”
