"Wait a minute, isn't that the cashier I cussed out at Domino's that day?"

I will never forget going back to Livingstone for my sophmore year of college. During this year, I was still on a scholarship yet, my $500 that I had saved up did not last me very long once I got into partying and other "collegiate" actvities. (This will be important later in the story)

Now, let me give you some history about my roommate. Let's just say he was well an a**hole. He constantly put people down, he constantly had something smart to say,. and he believed he was God's gift to women. Needless to say, the day I will speak of was no exception.

The night we got back to Livingstone after being in Washington, DC all summer, we went to Domino's Pizza for supper. When we got their, the cashier was there all by herself and was loaded with pizza orders. So we placed our order and waited patiently (at least I did).

My roommate decided that it was time to show off.

"Hey b****, where the h*** is my pizza?" he shouted (mind you he hadn't started drinking yet). The lady behind the counter turned beet red and was trying hard not to retaliate verbally.

"Mat, it's okay, she has lots of other orders be patient," I spoke up trying to keep peace between them. But it was no use. He simply yelled out "I don't give a f***. We've been here for damn near 35 mintes and I'm f***in' starving."

Well, we finally get our pizza, and me being embarassed about Mat's behavior, I tip the cashier $10 and profusely thank her for the pizza.

Fastforward, it is now 3 months later and as I stated earlier, my $500 was now gone, so I had to do the only dreadful thing left to have that partying money, get a job.

It turns out that Mat happened to need a job and was with me when I went hunting. We went to pizza hut looking for jobs. As soon as I filled out my application, the manager instantly hired me and told me I could start as soon as tomorrow. Mat couldn't understand why the manager was so abrupt with him and refused to hire him without putting him through the lengthy process.

Then, he looked at her again as we were leaving.

"Wait a minute, isn't that the cashier I cussed out at Domino's that day?" Mat recalled.

"Yes, and the one I tipped $10." I added.

Since then, Mat has learned to watch how he talks to people, especially in a small town like that, you never know who you will run into and need. Even to this day, Mat is like a brother to me, a good friend. And we still laugh at him about that job incident.