(as seen at the evil empire, but I just had to liberate it)
So, uh... what's your pizza-disaster story, y'all? I'll go first.
Me, I used to deliver for Domino's, and it was tonnes more fun than I'd imagined. First order of business was getting myself this freakin' awesome powered-spotlight that plugged in to the cigarette lighter in my car, nominally so as to throw a spotlight on street addresses, at need. But hoh-my-god, that sucker was fun to play around with in general.
Also, like Ed Grimley, "I must say" that the tips were unusually good, to supplement the standard shit-wages of a delivery-boy. This was in 1990 btw, so wow... 36yrs ago, now. Tempus fugit, nonne?
Anyway, my most awkward encounter ever was the time I made a delivery, placed the pizza directly in to the man's hands, and... for whatever reason(s) he dropped it. Right in front of me. Right between us. Probably one of the earliest scammers I ever dealt with, but it was hella embarrassing and awkward, dammit. I sure as heck didn't know what to do or say...
How about you. Got anything..?
Not a pizza story, but I used to deliver for jimmy johns. I took an order one time to an address that was in an area with a bunch of individual doctors offices, and this address looked like it had a small lobby just like any of those doctors offices. I walked right into this family's living room while they were having some kind of get together, they asked what the hell I was doing, and i turned bright red and held up the box of sandwiches. It ended up alright; I explained myself, then they asked me to take a picture with them and joked about delivery so good they didnt even have to get off the couch. In retrospect, I realized I basically just broke and entered in a stand your ground state and got super lucky the family was chill about it
*phew*
(fist-bump)