Delivery story 232 PizzaEgg writes: I worked at a Papa John's in Bowling Green, KY for about a year and a half during 2004-2006. I had the best car you could use for delivery, a Geo Metro hatchback. 43 MPG!!! Really helped out my profits. Not only that, but it's lightweight and really easy to change a tire on. Here's how I found out, in spades. I came into work that day at 9 AM to help prep and bring in some more tips, since it seems in this town more people tip if you deliver to where they work, plus large school orders and various sports deliveries up to Western Kentucky University's sundry teams. All in all, great potential for earnings. However, working from open 'till whenever that night, also allows for more accidents to happen. My second run of the day was to be delivered about a mile away from the store on the same road. Awesome, quick run with a probable tip. As I turn out of the store, however, I hear a loud bang and my car begins to wobble, and I'm forced to pull into a gravel driveway. I already know before getting out that I've got a flat. I change my tire in about 35-40 minutes, since I'd never used the type of jack in the car. After getting this small for even a spare tire on my car, I drove to the delivery, got my 5 dollar tip and headed back to the store, telling my manager that I got a flat and am on my spare. She informs me to my great relief that we've got a deal with Big-O Tires down the street. AWESOME guys too. They give us free used tires and we delivered them 8 pizzas a week if they wanted. I drove down the street immediately and they changed out my tire in about 10 minutes and I was on my way. I continue through my day and I get an order up on campus. Daytime orders to college students can pay off, since most of them are just waking up and feel good. I head up to campus, which is built on this HUGE hill, thus giving the name of the school's teams, the Hilltoppers. They ain't lying. So I'm heading up the hill, and POW!!! Fresh flat. Beer bottle glass lodged into it. Time spent changing tire: 20 minutes. I'm getting faster. I get back to the store, and relay that I have another flat, causing raucous laughter out of my co-workers and managers. I head to Big-O again, get a new tire. Still can't believe how awesome of a deal this was for us. Out and about once more. Around 7 PM I get a run about 10 miles out. I head out, the flats from the day completely out of my mind, and as I get about 8 miles from the store, there was no bang, there was no abrupt jarring of the car, it just began to wobble a little, and eventually got slightly violent so I pulled over. Imagine my lack of total surprise when I see that I have yet another flat. Now I'm sure God was pissed at me or something. I spent 15 minutes changing the tire. Maybe I should work for a pit crew in F-1 racing or something now. Head back to the store, and by this time Big-O is closed. I finish out my night, come out with around 70 bucks in tips and around 40 in commission. As I head back home, I see George, another driver pulled off on the side of the road. Guess what. Yep. I have since realized that my day was a sign I shouldn't be delivering pizza. return to top