Today was one of those lovely days. It was raining cats, dogs, witches and drunk bitches, thanks to halloween. I love to do delivery for various reasons. None of which were relevant earlier tonight. It is never fun to ride a bike when it rains, especially with a helmet on. And rushing for a delivery with hot stuff in a cold night just adds to the excitement.
The first delivery was to a sports fan. I know so as he had ordered a 'healthy choice pizza' and ran back into his apartment before paying me for it. I had to knock on his door to get my money. The first time I went to make the delivery, I reached into the bag and the pizza was missing. I rushed back to the store and came back with the pizza and this time the customer went missing. I hit the buzzer, dropped the pizza and got back on my ride and the bike's key was missing. I dropped my phone in water and now the screen on it is missing - she died.
The weather was bad and so the pizza was cold. I couldn't apologise for the inconvenience as he wasn't even keen on paying up. I got back to the store to see the same customer has ordered the same pizza again. I took it to him and this time he didn't pay me.
The next two deliveries went smooth. The fourth one was to a house that was approximately 20 seconds away from my store. Thats right - across the road. I was there with a stack of pizzas and a beautiful woman answered the door. She said she couldn't pay as her husband had all the money and he was at the shower. What? No seriously. This is what she said. I waited there for 15 minutes outside the door, by the rainy sidewalk.
The fifth was at a luxury apartment. I was totally wet - soaked like a soap bar in the middle of a shower. The lady goes, 'is it raining outside?'. 'Nah, I like to get a shower before I do a delivery', I said 'that would be 52 dollars'. 'Can I pay you just 50 dollars?' she asked ' I don't have any change'. What am I to do here? I mean seriously. I just gave the pizza and took the money.
The rain wasn't stopping any time sooner and the customers weren't too. Customers are like babies. Now don't imagine cute toddlers with an innocent smile in a pink background on a fluffy towel next to a white teddy bear. I am talking about whining children who poop every 3 minutes and cry every 2. They are always demanding, sitting on their lazy arses and whining. I would want to pull out my imaginary gun and pop a cap in their skulls. But I would smile and go 'here is your order and that would be 20 dollars, thanks'.
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