Delivery story 200 Techimpaired writes: I'm not a pizza driver, just a customer, but I do have a couple of good stories. First story. When I was in college I would order from our local Pizza Hut at least two or three times a month when I just couldn't face the campus cafeteria any more. A friend of mine in school worked as a waitress and had given me a "come to Jesus" talk the first time she saw me pay with exact change. (Forgive me. I was young and stupid.) That was also the last time I ever paid with exact change. From then on I always had an extra $5-10 ready for the driver before I even picked up the phone to order. I didn't know it at the time, but in a dorm with over 100 students residing, I was the only tipper. I was also the only person on campus who tipped in cash instead of including the tip on the credit card receipt. I also later found out that the drivers almost never saw these tips. On one seriously cold day, I ordered a pizza and a bottle of coke. The delivery guy had my pizza to me steaming hot within 15 minutes and the coke was ice cold. When I asked how he pulled that one off, he looked at me kinda surprised and told me that he and the other drivers always keep a coke or two in the back of the fridge so I'll have a cold one when I call and that they always deliver my order immediately no matter how many orders were ahead of mine when I called. A couple of my friends heard this and I became the official pizza orderer for our floor. Since my fee for this service was a tip for the driver, our whole floor never saw a cold pizza or warm soda for the two years I stayed there. Second story. I went to college in Denver, CO. October blizzards were known to drop 1-2 feet of snow overnight. After one particularly nasty storm, the water pipes to our cafeteria and dorms froze and burst. No water = no cooking. I hated calling for anyone to deliver anything on the frozen streets around our campus, and Pizza Hut was barely one block away, so about a dozen of us ordered pizzas and all the extras for pick up. Now the Pizza Hut was at the lower end of a steep K-Mart parking lot. A steep, snow-covered parking lot. Our dorms still used the old metal trash cans. We decided to "borrow" the lids off the cans, slide down to the Pizza Hut and then use the lids to drag the pizzas back. We figured since the parking lot flattened out just before the Pizza Hut, we should come to a stop right at our destination. We, however, failed to notice that the entire parking lot was more ice than snow. Once we got started down the hill, we found we couldn't stop and didn't slow down until we hit the hedges bordering the Pizza Hut. A couple of guys who were riding double on a lid actually went thought the hedges and hit the building. I sprained my wrist, my friend the waitress got a beauty of a black eye and a swollen lip, and everyone had bits and pieces of the hedge wedged in very sensitive areas. We walked into the Pizza Hut looking like we had all just lost a fight with a weed whacker. At least we got back some of our own, the hedge never did quite look the same. When we explained what happened to the manager, after she stopped laughing, she gave us several side items for free and some small bags of ice for the sprains, bumps, black eyes, etc. From then on we always called for delivery on snow days and just tipped double. return to top