I don’t mind tipping unless something truly egregious happens, but sometimes, it does. Like the driver who dumped my food outside the gate of my apartment complex and didn’t communicate in any way what had happened. Or the dude who stared at my chest. Or the lady who was mad because I recommended where to park since she couldn’t part at my apartment complex.
I understand this job really sucks sometimes. But as a disabled person who physically can’t leave the house sometimes—I literally am happy to tip if the person gets the food to me and doesn’t do anything horrible in the meantime.