Do Not Feed Banana

On our delivery tags we have a section for special directions to assist the driver to arrive in a timely manner. There are notes like "second house on the left" or "walk path to side of house." When customers order online, they have control over what is written in that section. More and more customers have been finding this feature and have been writing some interesting directions. We consider ourselves to be a fun bunch, so we try to humor them whenever we can. Most of the time the directions will tell us to draw something on the pizza box. A few weeks ago I drew a pretty rockin' T-Rex with a jet pack. I was proud of it, anyway.

Just the other day, one of my coworkers came up to me and asked me an interesting question. He says, "Have you ever delivered to the banana?" My immediate response was a gasp of surprise accompanied by, "Yes! Did you deliver to the banana?"

A couple months ago I picked up my delivery to put in the bag and the directions on the tag said, "Do not feed banana." I stared at it for a few seconds, wondering if I had read it right.  I asked around to see if this was a phone order and what anyone thought of the directions.  Finally, I just decided I would see what it meant when I got there.  That sort of thing happens a lot.  I'll get directions on a delivery tag that make no sense whatsoever - until I arrive on location and everything becomes clear.  So I take the banana delivery.

This was at a house I've delivered to several times before.  I think it's just a bunch of college kids who live there.  So I knocked on the door and upon the door opening, I found myself face to face with a grown man (young adult, I suppose) in a child's banana costume.  There was a short moment of us just looking at each other.  He then reaches his arms out excitedly for the food, expecting me to give it to him.  Of course, I have been directed to not feed the banana, so I told him so.  His eyes went down and he slumped in sadness but then perked up and tried reaching for the food again.  As he did so, someone else came running around the corner screaming, "NO! No, Banana!  No food for you!  You do not get pizza.  NO! Get back! Go away!"  The banana man then runs away in terror and I complete the transaction with the mostly normal man, receiving a five dollar tip for playing along.

Moral of the story?  Have fun! Be silly! Give big tips!  JK on the last part. Kinda.  But really, the whole experience was a lot of fun, made my night, and gave me a great story to tell.  So thank you, Anderson House.  I appreciate you guys.