Story of a pizza delivery guy

I just read this off the UG forums, and whoa, it was pretty interesting.

Hi everyone,
I work for Domino's pizza. I plan on quitting tomorrow for reasons which you will hear about soon.

The pay as a pizza guy is great. I get $11.80 per hour, plus $2 per delivery, plus tips. On a good night, that can average at easily more than $20 per hour. Plus, for a university student such as myself, the fact that it's a night-time job is great. But things happen when you're a pizza guy that don't happen when you're in public. People are different when they have only themselves to answer to. I've seen things...
Here goes...

When I first started working for Domino's, I learnt the area and the good places and the bad places. I got to understand that on a public holiday, people will throw all their money at you, and that on a Friday night, nobody will sympathise when their pizza is 10 minutes late because you had to take 6 deliveries in one go.
People don't understand that it takes me 5 minutes to get to any house. The reason why it takes 40 minutes to get to your door is because 3 orders other than yours have to be made, put through the oven, cut, bagged and signed out before I am allowed to take it as a delivery.

My first delivery was to a house about 500 meters from the store. I went there, got the money, gave them the change, and said "have a great night!" and began to walk away.... Before i gave her her pizzas.

My store had the unfortunate disposition of delivering to the commission houses. People there were frequently drugged up past the point of comprehension. 85% of the time, it was fine, but I felt unsafe walking through the blocks 100% of the time.

After working for about 2 months, I was signed to a delivery which was again, not very far away from the store. Upon knocking on the door, I was greeted by a very gay naked man with an erection. He was amazingly nice, but that didn't help the awkwardness. Particularly when 3 or 4 voices inside his house called out "Ask him to come in!". You never get used to this sort of thing.

Other things of note which happened in the next 6 months included (in chronological order):

Delivered to a 16/17 year old red-head girl wearing nothing but a wet white T-shirt

Delivered to a giant who was very unhappy with his pizzas because, although they were on time, he thought that it took too long (why didn't he say something when we quoted him the time?)

Delivered to a paraplegic who fell out of his wheelchair when I told him that nobody at the store had told me that he needed change for a $50 note (I had the change, I just didn't know that I would need it. It was irrelevant).

Delivered to a deaf man (couldnt hear me knocking)

Delivered to some twins, both of whom were very retarded and couldn't comprehend the idea that they hadn't given me quite enough money.

Delivered to a man who was asleep and couldnt be woken (I rang his phone and everything). Hours later, he rang and asked where his pizzas were. We re-made them and sent them out. When I got there for the second time, he had fallen asleep again. I practically bashed his door down and was able to wake him this time.

Delivered to a 'stripper themed' party. i.e. everyone was pretending to be strippers, and they were very into it.

Delivered to an orgy at the commission houses. I couldn't even ask for money because they were playing 'girls just wanna have fun' too loudly, so they just gave me a hand-full of notes and closed the door. Everyone was naked.

Had countless girls try to get into my car, offering me everything from 20 cents right up to sex for a ride to wherever i was going.

Had my car smashed up and $1500 worth of damages and theft occur.

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Cut to three weeks ago.

I delivered to two guys who were unhappy with their pizzas being 5 minutes late (yes, honestly. 5 minutes) and they wanted them free. I told them that that was fine, and asked them to please call the store so that I dont get in trouble for not having their money.

They didnt like it, and i was pushed to the ground and screamed at.

This was my first real taste of physical abuse where i was genuinely afraid.

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Thursday night.

We accidentally made a man's pizza on the wrong crust. We told him that the right pizza was already in the oven, and would be about three minutes away. Alternatively, we could give him the one on the wrong crust at a discount, or give him the wrong crusted pizza along with another pizza for free. He chose to take the free pizza along with the wrong crusted one.

His friends weren't happy about this and came and bashed on the glass of the store after we had closed. After much argument, we agreed to turn the oven back on and give them their whole order again.

One of the friends said that he was going to "bash the **** out of me, next time he saw me"
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Last night

Took an order for 5 meat lovers pizzas to a place in a bad area. The person I delivered to inspected each of the pizzas very slowly, and then walked away. I assumed that he had called the store and that he had arranged to take the pizzas for free.

He walked about 5 meters away from me, then turned around and said "Aren't you going to tackle me from behind, or something?"
To which i replied "No, that's okay, have a good night".

I turned around to get in my car, only to be met with the fist of a man who's face was covered in a towel. He grabbed me and punched me repeatedly.

While struggling to get away from the two guys, I screamed as loud as I could, remembering learning that if I ever found myself in that situation, make as much noise as possible. "Quick, kill him" the man with the pizzas screamed to the attacker.

I eventually got away. Clothes ripped, face smashed and pulse racing, I called the police and ambulance. They arrived in 2 minutes.

Some nice people took me in and gave me water and ice. Blood was pouring from my face all over my clothes and shoes. I looked in the mirror, and shouldnt have. I was a mess.

The paramedics cleaned me up as best as they could before taking me to the emergency room.

They released me from hospital at 5am this morning (less than 12 hours ago).

The police said that they had found a fence paling with nails in it. The people who took me in said that they had seen between 6 and 8 other men about to hit me with the plank until they came out, the police arrived, and the men ran away.

They said it was a miracle that I was able to stay conscious. I'm giving a statement on Monday.



And that is the story of my time as a pizza delivery guy.


Moral of the story: PIZZAS ARE AWESOME, delivering is not.

Btw: The guy was from Newcastle, NSW. I.e. many hours north of Syd.

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