I just got mugged by my Fresh Direct Delivery Guy
It’s true. And I’m not talking metaphorically about the delivery fee. My Fresh Direct delivery guy mugged me.
I normally order Fresh Direct once a week as you do when you are either too lazy to go to the store or just too busy with work and life in general. I’ve had problems in the past like my eggs being crushed, my entire frozen order of ice cream sandwiches and fudgesicles being completely luiquidized by the time they get to my door, but it seemed worth it just to pay $2.39 for a 16oz tub of cottage cheese as compared to $3.99 around the corner.
That was until tonight. Tipping is optional. I usually tip, just because it’s nice. I wasn’t about to tip until all the boxes were delivered and I had signed the form acknowledging delivery. The delivery guy who was a cross between Mark Wahlberg and Kevin Federline told me tipping was optional. I told him I knew. He then said “Where’s my tip?”
Aghast. I immediately decided not to tip him. Wrong answer. The guy put his foot in my door and would not let me close it, demanding his tip. I tried to close it, my heart beating faster realizing I’m a single female who lives in a studio with all my neighbors out already for the night. I think by the third time, he realized it too, pushed his way into my apartment and demanded I give him money. I gave him all the cash I had which amounted to only about $10. He left and said, “I meant tipping isn’t optional.”
I immediately closed my door, shaking violently (still currently at this moment), locking all three locks and then got on the phone to Fresh Direct. When I called they just took my name and phone number, not getting a description of the guy or letting me finish to the part where he came in, they stopped me where I said his foot was in the door preventing it from closing. They told me they would file a complaint. I accepted that and stupidly hung up.
I should call the police, but it’s only $10 and I feel like a fool. But I realized today, you only hear about the delivery men who get hurt doing their job, the flip side is never reported. He now knows where I live, that I live alone, and that I can’t fight him off. It was a stupid, stupid mistake on my part, I should have just given him the money. But tonight I realized even though I rely on delivery of my food, my dinner, and when I’m lazy, my laundry so often, I fall complacent and feel safe. I need to take more precautions, because the reality is, I give these people access to my front door, what stops them from stopping just there?