An hour later, a teenage boy arrived on my doorstep carrying an additional 20 oz Pepsi and an order of cinnamon bread.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't order those."
"I know," he said awkwardly, "I'm the guy you spoke to on the phone. My boss told me we weren't delivering pizzas because of the roads, but I told him you're the nicest person I've talked to all week, and the only person all night who didn't get mad and yell at me. I hope you like Pepsi, and I gave you an extra thing of frosting, too. Um, thank you for being such a good customer."
I have no idea if he paid for these extra items for me or what -- Presumably his boss sanctioned this gift, since he allowed him to deliver it. How very nice. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get back to painting.
