Delivery story 206 LuLu writes: I worked for a Pizza Hut in Baytown, Texas for almost 6 years. I've seen and heard many things in that time, but the one thing that stands out the most is this: One night a woman ordered about 70-80 dollars worth of pizzas, wings, breadsticks, and sodas. The apartment complex was pretty run down that I had to bring it to, but other than usually getting stiffed on the tip, I never really had any problems there. There are only two buildings in this complex and both are very long with about 12 apartments in a row on each. I got to the right building and lugged all of the order up the stairs in one trip. I noticed that several of the doors had no numbers at all on them and after trying to figure out the pattern of numbering, decided it could be one of two doors. I knock on the first door, and before anyone answers I realize that it's the wrong door. But since I've already knocked I wait to apologize for disturbing them. When the man opened the door, he looked me up and down and said very rudely that he didn't order any pizza. I told him I knocked on the wrong door by mistake and that the door to my right was the correct door, and that I was sorry to have bothered him, all the while backing up to knock on the correct door. Instead of saying ok and going back to his apartment, he followed me, all the while yelling that he didn't order any *(^*@#$%ing pizza and to get the hell outta there. I was getting scared so I banged on the door I was delivering to. Another man answers this door, and there is no electricity of any kind inside, and no furniture. The man starts to come toward me from the obviously vacant apartment when he sees his neighbor right by me. He then backs up and says he didn't order any pizza and shut the door. All very weird to me, so I decided to get the heck outta there quick, all the while juggling almost 80 dollars of food and drink. The man from the first apartment followed me halfway down the stairs yelling at me to get the hell outta there and that I didn't belong there! Needless to say I jumped in my car and got back to the store quick. I told my manager what happened and as I was relaying the story, the woman that ordered the pizza called to complain that her food was not there! I get on the phone with her and find out that the vacant apartment WAS the address she wanted me to deliver to. When I told her that I was told I was at the wrong place, she still tried to get me to go back and take them to the stairs. I said no, and my manager agreed. We told her she would have to pick them up herself, but she never showed. We stopped delivering there after that night. But the more I think about that first man, I think he may have known I was about to get robbed and maybe worse in that vacant apartment and was trying to save me. He just went about it the wrong way. return to top