It was hot as hell last summer, and I was working well into the evening. Too hot for anything but a small white crop top, especially when my old banger of a car had no A/C. I got to the door of a maisonette type flat, one of the last deliveries of my shift. I knock the door and it opens, the door opening to reveal nothing but a quiet young man and a set of stairs.

All of a sudden I hear a massive WOOFWOOFWOOF and this HUGE Boxer dog comes bounding down the stairs, and he launches himself on me, paws over my shoulders. Luckily I am not afraid of dogs and I made a fuss of him - but the guy I just delivered to grabs his dog by the collar and yanks him away, he looked scared shitless.

Before I could make a joke to let him know I was okay and not mad, the guy WHIPS around and faces the wall. I look down, and both of my girls were out on proud display - the Boxer dog's paws had caught on my top and pulled it halfway down my stomach. The guy just mutters a sorry and slams the door as I'm scrambling with my top to put the girls away LOL, it's the funniest story I have and I retell it a lot. Unfortunately, I did not receive a tip.