Delivery story 142 Sarge writes: I worked off and on for Domino's pizza in Chattanooga, TN for about 3 years. I have to many stories to put here. Delivering pizzas is a little slice of life that not a lot of people get to experience. Here are a few of my more memorable experiences. A driver took a delivery to a local motel. This motel rents out its rooms by the week, so it attracts people who are temporarily between trailers. This driver arrived to find two 15-16 year old girls and a baby inside. He handed them the pizza and they promptly slammed the door in his face and locked the door. After trying to get them to come back to the door, the driver came back to the store and reported this. I went back down to the hotel with the general manager and a cop. They let us in once they realized there was a cop outside. We agreed not to press charges if they got their mom to come pay for it the next day. I happened to glance around in the hotel room, and what did I see? Both the girls' cellphones sitting on a table by the door. I pocketed them both. I spent all night, and most of the next day, answering the cell phones and telling guys off. I would be like, "Who the #### is this? You better stay away from my woman!" So after totally screwing up their personal lives, their mom showed up. As a quick afterthought, I went into the restroom and erased all the stored numbers on the phones. The mom paid for it and I gave her the phones. I was almost feeling guilty, until the driver informed me the mom stiffed him. Some people deserve what they get. I was followed for about 4 miles after delivering a pizza to the ghetto by a cop car. The pulled me over when I was almost back to the store and accused me of throwing a bag of pot out the window. I thought this to be utterly ridiculous, but I allowed them to call in another unit to go back and search for my bag of weed. Needless to say, they didn't find anything. When I asked them what the deal was, they said, "You shouldn't be down there this time of night." I was like, "I was delivering a pizza!" I wanted to call attention to the large glowing car topper, but I just went back to my store. I took a delivery to a local nice hotel. A South American guy answered the door. He still had a heroin tie on his arm. I glanced inside and saw three more guys working on the biggest pile of marijuana I had ever seen. I performed the transaction and the guy asked me if I wanted some. I politely declined and got the hell out of there. I answered the phone in the store one time, and spoke to a ghetto woman on the other end. She informed me that her chicken wings were still raw and she wanted more free wings sent out. I turned around to go to the dispatch screen to contact the driver, and lo and behold, there was her order sitting there. IT HADN'T EVEN BEEN DELIVERED YET. I got back on the phone and said, "Ma am, we haven't even delivered that yet, and were not going to." I used to work with an older gentleman who shall remain nameless. He delivered pizzas for almost 5 years. He was a super nice guy that kept to himself. During his 5 years delivering, he kept the address of every person that had stiffed him. He sent out Christmas cards to all the people that had stiffed him. It said basically, "I cannot afford to buy Christmas presents for my family because of people like you." He also included the address of this website. He came into work the next day and quit his job. He sent out upwards of 2000 Christmas cards. It must have cost him a fortune. I don't suggest anyone do this, but damn did we all respect him for it. I only got to see two naked chicks in my time delivering pizzas. One was a 350+ lb woman who answered the door naked and asked me to stay for a while. The other was a unconscious prostitute at the local sleaze motel. She was spread out across the bed as a half-naked dude paid for the pizza. We had to tolerate an insane prostitute in the ghetto. She would dress up as a catgirl and sometimes a Catholic school girl. If you pulled up next to her, she would charge your car holding up her hands like claws, hissing and growling at you like an animal. There was a troublesome dog that always chased my car when I drove by. I got tired of it. One day I went by really slow. I waited until the dog got right next to my car, lined up and quickly jerked my car door open. I was rewarded by a thump and I saw the dog roll over about three times. Now get this. The next time I drove down that road, the stupid dog chased me again. return to top