Tonight at work...

Ok, here's what happened:
I had a delivery to Spyglass Lane. If you can't tell by the name, it's a pretty swanky part of town with lots of nice houses. A guy in his twenties with his eyepod earbuds in his ears answers the door. While he writes the cheque, he says....
"So, are you looking to make some extra money?"

I think: "Porn."

I say "no thanks, I'm pretty busy at school right now." He makes some chitchat, then says that he's looking for some ambitious people and he's working for a "very wealthy guy down the street 'doing internet stuff.' It's not a sure thing, but if you are interested you could make a lot of money."

I think "Gay porn."

So I decline again, and he gives me the pitch that he'll "come by Pizza Hut anytime and give me the rundown. It'll only take 15 minutes at the most."
I relent, and ask if he can come before 5. Maybe at 4:45?
He checks his datebook and says "Well, if you can meet me at MY end of town, that'll be great. Do you know where Bellis Fair is?"
I say, "The Mall? I deliver pizza. So, yes I do."
He says "Yeah, just meet me at the Taco Bell in the food court."
Ok, so I guess all of B'ham does their business in the food court of the mall. He didn't even pause when he said Taco Bell, so I'm guessing he works there. So, my final guess is it's some kind of pyramid internet scheme.
I've been thinking about ditching him because there's no way this can turn out well for me. I'm the PIZZA MAN. Doesn't this guy have friends? I assume I'm playing the role of chump in this, but I have to show up and find out what his deal is. At least I'm meeting him in a public place, and I saved the ticket from his house so I have his address and phone number (if I disapear, it's under my keyboard.) I gave him my name and he knows I work for the Hut, but when he asked for my phone number I gave him mine but with a couple digits switched around.
I'll post back and let you guys know what was up. OH, also, he tipped me $1.50 in loose change, so this guy isn't exactly rolling in the dough. Plus, there's all that other shit that makes this insane.

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