Delivery story 354 Pizzaamigo writes: I work at a Papa John's in central GA and really enjoyed this delivery. By enjoyed I mean extremely, extremely agitated by it. I delivered to a lady who is known to be a stiffer and extremely rude. She lives in a rough part of town so I usually don't mind getting stiffed in those areas. It's usually expected. I got to her house, about a 10 minute drive, and when I arrived a man came to the door and said no one had ordered a pizza. So, he called his wife and discovered that she had gone to the grocery store and had ordered a pizza before she left--how hilarious. So, I informed the guy that I had another delivery I needed to take and would return with her's in 15 minutes or so. After returning from the other delivery (which was also a stiff) I learned the lady had still not returned from the grocery store. I told her husband I was going to head back to the store and if she wants it, she can pick it up. As I was leaving the road she lives on, some car starts honking it's horn at me as it passed me. I reversed and sure enough, it was the grocery store lady. She told me to pull behind her on the side of the road and she'd pay me. I'm obviously extremely frustrated by this time, but I'm maintaining my cool. The lady did not apologize at all for her leaving and said, "Why in the ---- were you leaving? Ain't it your job to deliver the pizza to me? I paid two dollars to have this pizza delivered." I still kept my cool, apologized, gave her the pizza and took the check (with no tip, of course) that she had given me. Here's where I lose my cool. As I'm heading back to the car, she peers into the pizza box and yells, "Hey, hey, hey, hold the ---- up!" She informed me that she had ordered a meats with extra cheese and there simply wasn't enough cheese on the pizza. I had made the pizza myself and put more cheese on the pizza than we're normally supposed to. I told the lady that it's definitely an extra cheese pizza and she told me I need to take it back and bring her another one. Technically, I had to oblige. So I brought the pizza back, made another one, waited an hour and brought it back to her. When I got there she was furious and asked me where I had been. I smiled and said, "I was at the grocery store. Have a nice day." return to top