Karen tells me, her delivery driver, to pay for food because her son is autistic.

So I'm a delivery driver for a major food delivery company in a major college town in Texas,

where everyone loves Maroon.

Normally, the job isn't bad, it pays pretty well and customers are generally fine,

though you'll always have

idiots in every service job. This, however, surpassed anything I'd ever experienced before.

I got an order alert on my phone, relatively simple but expensive order. We drivers love expensive

orders, by the way, and it was from a restaurant nearby. In the portion for delivery

instructions, the customer explains that I need to call her once I arrive, as ringing the doorbell,

like I normally would, would disturb her autistic son. Okay, no problem at all. I received therapy

for sensory issues when I was a kid, so I'm going to be even more sympathetic

to that than the average person. I receive the order, drive over to the house in a nice part

of town, and give the customer a call. A younger woman answers and tells me to come up to the door.

I do so, and here enters the entitled mother, who strangely was fairly attractive and did not have the typical

Karen haircut. I say, here's your order, ma'am. Is there anything else I can help you with today?

Yes, my son is autistic and people like you don't understand how difficult it is to raise him.

I shouldn't have to pay this much for food. Can you give me a discount?

I'm sorry, ma'am, the app calculates your order total, not me. It's already been paid for.

She did not like that answer. Her face changed from a smug-smirk into a snarl.

I suppose I didn't realize how ridiculous the idea that people pay for their own food is.

She says, Well, why don't you pay for their own food is. She says,

Well, why don't you pay for it then? I'm not sure if you heard, but my son is autistic,

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