Delivery story 122 SwedeCheetah writes: One time, I was delivering a pizza to a house in Ozark, AL at the top of a hill. It was early in the evening as I had just started my shift. I was standing at the front door about to accept the money when I noticed something moving in the driveway out of the corner of my eye. It was my car! I had accidentally left the automatic transmission in drive and the idle must have kicked up for a second. The car was headed into the backyard, down a hill, and aiming straight for a large tree. Without a second's pause, I told the man to hold the pizza and I took off after the car. When I reached the car it was already out of the driveway and starting to pick up speed. I managed to get in and steer the car clear of the tree just in the nick of time. The funny thing was, the customer didn't really think it was a big deal that I had just saved my car from certain doom. I made damn sure to put the car in park for every delivery after that. Going to the wrong house is very common in this business. Going to the wrong house with a dog is also frequent. This particular house that I went to had a quiet and friendly looking Chow breed. He was chained up to the front railing near the door and was pretty docile. I walked past him and rang the doorbell. I waited for a minute or two and then realized that I might be at the wrong address. I turned to leave and the next thing I know there is a sharp pain emanating from the back of my right ankle. I was so shocked that the only thing I could think to do was shake my leg until he let loose. This of course made matters worse. After a couple of shakes he let go. I walked calmly back to car and was about to get in when a sudden wave of anger rushed over me. I wanted to beat the snot out of this dog for tearing a hole in my leg and pants. I looked around for a stick to start the abuse but then decided it was not worth losing my job over since this was in fact the wrong house. I made the delivery and went back to the store with my leg draining crimson. The boss thought it was a good idea to call the police and file a report. This was not such a bad idea because then I could make sure the dog had papers and was not rabid or something crazy. The police met me at the house and I calmly told them what happened. Then they listened to the owner's side which was that they were not even home at the time and did not order a pizza. They ended up being cool about it all by giving me bucks for some new pants and showing papers on the dog so I would not have to get shots. I ending up keeping the dough and patching the pants. Best tip I ever got! Only had to get bit by a dog to earn it! return to top