Randall McCarrington, Pizza Delivery Boy

You manage to squeeze past the light before it turns red becoming free of the traffic, propaganda, and vaping, cheeto eating, old ladies. You arrive at the designated house a bit late, however, and the customer lets you know of your failure to adhere to schedule with a tip of 57 cents.You think back on your actions and contemplate the existence of karma. As you climb back in your car, and prepare to leave, Do you...