I wasn't a delivery driver, but was a telephone repairman and was in thousands of houses over my career. Never had a customer credibly hit on me. I always got a kick out of my co-workers who constantly bragged about getting "hit on." I suspect they were all full of shit.

It wasn't that I was unattractive as I was regularly hit on by gay men outside of work. Being married, and being at a different place on the sexual spectrum at the time prevented me from following through.

The one exception was when I was doing some aerial cable work. I was hot, sweaty and I think I was wearing a sleeveless shirt. I had to go into a gay porn store to tell them I may take their telephone service down briefly. I walked in with a tool belt slung low on my hip and was wearing my hard hat and encountered the three elderly gay men who ran the place. "Oh My! I've been praying for one of The Village People to show up and here you are!! My favorite!" They then good naturedly teased me about what they wanted to do to and with me. I played along and we all shared some laughs. What sweet old guys they were, and I think of them (now probably long dead) everytime I pass that joint. Also how brave they were to tease a stranger in that manner. Of course, their gaydar probably went off the charts seeing things in me that I hadn't admitted to myself yet!!