Delivery story 109 Steve writes: I have worked for Domino's for more than 18 years. I've been a driver, a manager, and everything inbetween. I have a lot of stories, many funny, some scary and some sad, but I'll leave you with just one, the first one. It was 1987 near Fort Lauderdale, FL. I was brand new to the pizza business, my first day in fact. I was driving a 1977 Olds Cutless (just an old beater) on what was probably my 4th or 5th delivery ever. On the way to an address I was in some mild traffic, stopped at a red light. A brand new Mazda Miata pulled up beside me with the top down. In this car were two of the hottest ladies I'd ever seen. Both were blondes with that heavy metal rock and roll bad girl look going on. They were laughing and rocking to the tunes on the radio. The driver looked over at me in my beat up old Cutless and said, "Hey. Do you work for Domino's pizza." (I'm not sure what gave it away. Maybe it was the uniform or the big lit Domino's sign on the top of my car.) Being a little sarcastic as I have been known to be, I looked at them in disbelief and pulled my hat off my head, turned it towards me, looked at the Domino's logo and said, "You know what. I think I do." At that moment both of them raised there tops and flashed their perfect large breasts. The driver said, "Have you ever seen pepperonis like these!" The light turned green and they drove off. I just sat there stunned and thought to myself, "Damn. I think I'm going to like this job."