I decided to order a pizza tonight but it's running very late, and the restaurant has failed to give me any reasonable amount of information as to why... Finally you, the young delivery driver, arrives with my pizza. When I discover the pizza is cold, I can’t handle it anymore and demand a refund. After telling me there's nothing you can do and I'll have to call customer care, my annoyance is nearly palpable. I’m beyond frustrated but accept the situation and am prepared to end the interaction there. However you have the nerve to ask for a tip!! And that just sends me right over the edge... But luckily, I know the perfect, "tip" for you, and the perfect way to, well… use your body to release all my pent up frustrations!