New Work up at Watershed Review
Check out a brand new story at Watershed Review Delivery Man by Jane Hertenstein A couple of summers ago I delivered pizzas. I came home from college and, rather than doing my normal camp counselor job, I drove pizzas all over town for Joe’s, in order to be there for my mom who was battling end-stage breast cancer. Overall it was a shitty job, but someone had to do it. And it seems for as long as I’ve been in this family, on this earth, it’s fallen to me. How do I know this? Let me tell you. I think it was my first week on the job, a dumb-fuck job that Joe the manager always acted like I should be lucky to have. I mean, yeah, it was last minute, but that’s because every other driver who’s worked for him has quit. I should have too. There were some nights when all I wanted to do was make it back alive. At least no one tried to rob me. So this one particular night I came in around 7 p.m. and picked up two orders. None of them to the greatest part of town. Understand: no tip....