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Story Time: The Delivery Guy Thought I Was 14…And Still Asked For My Number
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. I was lounging in my apartment, counting the minutes until my pizza would be delivered. I was starving!
I looked down at my phone to finally receive that blessed text I was desperately waiting for. The delivery driver was pulling up to my building.
I excitedly skipped out of my front door and up the steps to let the man inside the lobby. He was shivering a bit due to the cold rain outside.
“Hi,” I said to him.
He ignored my greeting and handed me my receipt to sign. “Wow! You look really young! How old are you?” he asked. The man looked around the area where my front door was. I could tell he thought a parent was coming behind me.
He was dead wrong. I was a grown adult woman who lived alone.
“That’s none of your business,” I stated sharply.
“You look 14,” he said with eyes squinted, still examining my face and trying to determine my age.
At this point I was highly annoyed. I just wanted my food. But I quickly glanced at him to figure out his age. He looked to be in his 20s.
“So are you single? Can I have your number?” the delivery guy asked as he handed me my large box of pizza.
