|Delivery story 210
- My uncle owned a pizza place that I worked in. I would usually wait on the tables, but when he was short-handed, I would make deliveries for him. He would only send me to the nicer neighborhoods as he didn't want my father getting on him for sending his little girl to a bad part of town. So usually, except for the wise comments about being a female delivery person, I usually felt pretty safe.
This is a story about my worst experience. It was snowing and I had a stop with three pies. I pulled into the driveway and took them up the stairs. I had run across a couple of guys just hanging out. I got the usual lines about what's a nice girl like me doing out delivering pizzas and how would I like to join them. After a few minutes at the door, he finally comes across with the money. No tip. Great. We got six inches of snow on the ground and no tip.
I made my way back to the car and backed out. As I approached the street, the car stopped and the wheels would just spin. I went back and forth a few times but I couldn't get past that spot. I got out and kicked some snow out of the way. I got back in, lit a cigarette to try to calm down and tried again. I was still stuck.
This is where it got worse. I noticed that all of the guys were now on the front porch of the house watching me. They had no intention of helping me and they were having a laugh watching me try to get out. This totally freaked me out and I gunned the car trying to get out. After about ten minutes, I finally got the car out to the street and got out of there fast.