Delivery story 102 JG writes: I used to deliver for a now-defunct pizza place in a small town. It was part of a small chain, but independently owned. Lots of stories, but the main one involves a local politician who held a state office at the time. He lived far outside our delivery area but he knew the owner and was connected at the capital. So I got sent out there with his order of 2 pies and a 2-liter of Coke. (This was on a busy Friday night. I lost out on at least 2 other trips.) After driving nearly 20 miles, I found his place way out in the boonies. Dark as can be. The only outside light was the back porch. I ended up tripping over his garden hose on the front sidewalk, which made his pizza go sailing through the air like a frisbee. Luckily, it flew and landed flat, but I busted up my knee and elbow pretty good. After brushing myself off and using all of the curse words I knew, I felt my way to his front door and knocked. Meanwhile, I checked the pizza in the dim light filtering through the front door. It looked to have survived its flight intact. After three or four more knocks, he finally figured out what the noise was and answered the door. I explained what happened and that the pizza should be fine, but if it wasn't, he could call the owner and get it taken care of. I gave him his order. He handed me 25 bucks for his $24.80 order and waited for the 20 cents change. I called the boss from home, where I stopped to change my ripped and bloody pants and clean up the elbow. I told him the story and he said that he had just gotten a call from the guy, who said he didn't like the pizza and wanted another one. He was about to send out another driver with a new pie.