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Intoxicating Gibberish From the Guy at the End of the Bar

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November 16th, 2010 · 6 Comments

*sung as a cadence*

“When I grow up I want to be…

Pizza Hut pizza delivery.”

Just got done eating a piece of pizza. This was special pizza… delivered over an hour late. Not just anybody can get this pizza, but I can.

Seriously, if you deliver pizza pies for a living, you should get an education and know what direction is which, right? I guess I’m expecting a little too much. At least I helped contribute to furthering the guy’s ejoomakashun… hope he doesn’t blow all .35 in one place.

Holy crap… I just made a post bitching about a late pizza. WTF?

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6 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Spockgirl // Nov 17, 2010 at 12:13 am

    Yer whining about the delivery time, but… . more important than that, was it cold when you got it? And… you know, there is this thing you can purchase called frozen pizza that you bake yourself (???), in order to avoid such anguish.

  • 2 T1G // Nov 17, 2010 at 4:57 pm

    Yeah, yeah, yeah… :)

  • 3 zonker // Nov 17, 2010 at 8:26 pm

    Yeah, I basically stopped having food delivered. Sure, I’ll go get takeout but no way am I depending on the navigational sense and work ethic of the average delivery person. The ones who are good are *really* good. The others, though…

    ::sigh::

    Until they open an Uncle Enzo’s Pizza and I can have the Deliverator drop off my pie, I’ll go pick it up myself, thankyouverymuch.

  • 4 Harvey // Nov 21, 2010 at 2:05 pm

    Having worked the delivery gig, I’d guess it’s more bad luck than a bad driver.

    Here’s my theory: just before your pizza came out of the oven, your driver got tagged with a 3-stop run out to the nether-regions of the delivery territory, and upon returning to the store, got a 3-stop run that involved having to go in 3 different directions. There’s no good way to route one of those, so you got to be Mr. Unlucky on the tail end of it.

    How soon you get your pie depends a lot on who else calls in, when they call, and where they live.

    That’s all completely random.

  • 5 T1G // Nov 21, 2010 at 3:08 pm

    I was so pissed that I forgot to mention exactly what it was that pissed me off, Harv…

    Order placed shortly after 4, promised delivery at 4:35. I’m a realist, so I figure 4:45/4:50. At 5:10 I make a call to find out status of the delivery resistant pie. Told that it should be there at any moment. 5:30, I get a call from the driver asking me where I am located. Repeat address, and then I ask him where he’s at so that I can guide him in. Tells me that he is at an intersection 3 blocks north of here. I tell him, okay, if you’re there just head south on this street for three blocks, apartment complex on right.

    The corker is what came next. “South, towards *names street half mile NORTH*?” I was a bit of a jackass when I snapped back at him as to which way south was.

    Dude was only about 3 or 4 minutes out, allowing time for him to locate the apartment. But I still had to wait another FIFTEEN minutes for him to get here. But again, that’s not what had me so torqued. It’s that direction thing.

    Criminy.

  • 6 Harvey // Dec 5, 2010 at 8:11 am

    Ok, I’ll spot you that one, and concede that sometimes pizza joints DO hire 60-watt bulbs who don’t know how to read a map, simply out of desperation & manpower shortages.

    On the bright side, his type generally end up quitting or getting fired within a month.

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