I Shamed a Zero-Tip Ghost—Then the Knock Went Viral and Turned Dangerous

I stared at the order details.

One medium decaf coffee. Cheapest item on the menu.
Tip: $0.00.

Of course.

I should’ve declined it.
I should’ve gone home.
I should’ve eaten something that wasn’t cold fries from the bottom of a paper bag.

But my thumb hit “ACCEPT” like it had a mind of its own.

Because I wasn’t delivering coffee anymore.

I was delivering consequences.continue reading …