Pizza delivery bros put up with a lot of shit outside their job descriptions. I'll take a non-evidence backed gander here and guess at least half their runs involve tending to the insatiable, booze-inspired appetites of drunken fiends eager to soak up that last round of shots that sent them rolling onwards, steady into blackout station. If these greasy factoids carry anything remotely close to the truth in 'em, then hell, I'm inspired to tip extra the next time I call upon their heavenly services.