Ain’t no punchline.  That fool is just mad.
Some of you may recall a post I did a while ago about my issues with tipping over a delivery charge, and how suckeriffic I think begging pizza men are.  Sorry, but I don’t think tipping is mandatory.  I can break out equations for you to show how a tax negatively affects the delivery man, but I’ll spare you.
Well, a few days ago, I noticed a lot of referrals to Virtual Bomaniland from a site dedicated to increasing awareness about how badly pizza men need tips.  Seriously…stop begging!  If you’ve gotta beg me to give you something so you can live, you need to get another job.  There are other ways to make a living, most of which aren’t as hard on your cars.  
I feel where you’re coming from, but that should just serve as motivation for you to do your job better.  The solution to your need for tips is not to expect me to bankroll your operation out of the goodness of my heart.  My friends don’t even ask me for money.  I only know you because you’re on my doorstep.  
When you think about it like that, to be a begging pizza man is actually impolite.  Your mama raised you better than that.
I didn’t bother to go to the pizza man charity site, but lemme tell ya…the comments they left on my site are pretty entertaining.
Deb is, technically speaking, a snitch.

“I am way late answering but I just found this through another link.  I don’t think people understand that pizza drivers are paid sub-minimum wages JUST LIKE waitresses now.  I was a driver, now I am a part time manager because it pissed me off to put miles on my car to be stiffed 50% of the time.  I will tel you this, if you are going to stiff your driver then you had better make sure your house doesn’t reek of reefer and you have no drugs visible.  I had my share of customers busted when all would have been fine had they thrown a couple of bucks at me.  Don’t give a shit about me?  Why should I give a shit about you?  The PoPo ain’t nuthin’ but a call and I made that call MANY times.”

If I were you, Deb, I’d make sure never to deliver to those neighborhoods again.  Anyway, it’s not that we don’t understand your conditions.  I just can’t understand why you don’t get ours.  Or, you could always impress me with your work ethic.  That’s supposed to be how you earn a tip, right?  Not with your hand out.
Shane wasn’t too pleased, either.

I’m a delivery guy. I have a ton of ghetto pricks like you who stiff on a regular basis. I remember non-tippers very well. Plus, it’s pretty easy to identify “ghetto” over the phone. I mess with your pizza and deliver it as late as possible. If I ever got caught and lost my job, it’s no big deal. The very next week I’d be working for a competitor. Start tipping or get a car so you can pick it up yourself.

That ambition’s gonna carry you far, pimpin.  Going from driving for the Chinese joint to becoming the pizza man is like taking a trip across the globe, right?  There’s irony in a man that works in a car calling someone that works in a chair “ghetto.”  If you’d like me to put this the context of general equilibrium and transfers, I could.  But that would be too hood for Shane, I’m sure.  All that slang and stuff.
And, of course, someone named “nope.”

this is why i always spit in niggers pizza

Yanno, I’m noticing that a lot of these white dudes don’t seem to appreciate having to bring food to black people.  Might wanna get a better job or just chalk this up to the game.
Can someone tell me where the pizza men of the world get off being so entitled?  Seriously.  Your beef is with your boss, not me.  The delivery charge steals from you, not the customers.  But of course, you get mad at me instead of the man signing your check.  Typical.