Glenn
It all started as an average day for Glenn, delivering pizzas for the small Atlanta based pizzeria he worked for. He enjoyed his job, sure it didn't pay the greatest but he could live on what he made. It had started off as a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, but that changed with the next run he had to make. Sitting at a stoplight waiting for it to turn green there was a crack of thunder. Glenn looked at the sky from under his ball cap and swore. Heavy dark clouds had rolled in quickly and looked like it was going to pour at any minute. Now this wouldn't have bothered most pizza delivery boys, but for Glenn it was the worst thing possible. Unlike most pizza boys who owned a car – at least a crappy, falling apart beater – Glenn own a moped. Before he could take any action to prevent getting soaked to the bone the light turned green and he had to continue on as to not risk getting run over by the impatient motorist behind him. Glenn decided he could wait until the next light. Sadly the next light didn't come soon enough, half way down the next block the sky opened up and rain came pouring down as if Atlanta had gotten some kind of freak hurricane.
Swearing again, Glenn pulled over into the first free parking spot and tore open the compartment under his moped's seat. From it he pulled a thick plastic camping poncho and some plastic sheeting. Quickly he wrapped the pizza boxes that were bungee-cored to the back of his moped in the plastic sheeting before pulling the camping poncho over his already soak clothes. Mounting the moped he was off again, much slower as the moped could only reach 30 mph in good weather. Thankfully he managed to deliver the pizza on time, after taking several more short cuts than usual to make up for the lack in speed. Needless to say by the time Glenn made it back to the pizzeria he looked like a drowned rat, but that was just an average day for Glenn.