Delivery story 222 Damntips writes: I work for Domino's in Panama City, FL. It never ceases to amaze me how trustworthy some people are. I mean, if you're a regular customer who tips bad every time, wouldn't you be a little paranoid of the driver beating off in your pizza. Think about that, customers. Nonetheless, this is probably my worst story. Saturday night about 11:30. I have an order to the ghetto where it's always dangerous and always a stiff! The order is for 805 Hamilton. I drove up and down that block for at least 15 minutes looking for 805. After a little while of searching, some nice young hoodlums come out of nowhere offering their lovely helping hand at 12 in the morning. Why not trust them, right?!?! Yeah, definitely, one of my dumbest moments. They tell me, "What are you looking for, dawg?" There's about five of them, two walking and three on bikes. I'm not suspicious at all, the gullible pizza guy! I tell them the address and they fumbled and stuttered so I drive off down the road. They conversed amongst themselves and start yelling for me to come back. Most people with common sense could see this coming, but not the gullible pizza guy! I came back. The three on the bikes were off away from my truck a little. The other two were kinda close. They said, "Hey, that's it. Right there, dawg. Right there." So I parked in front of the dark house with no porch light and no cars without checking the address like a jackass! I reach in the back for the bag and wham! The little prick hits me in the jaw. I drop my bag and prepare for war. I give 'em a stiff jab in the nose. The three on bikes take off and the other swings. I duck and hit him in the gut. Instead of being smart and bailing with their buddies, they want to duke it out over the 10 or 15 dollars I have in my pocket. The one I hit in the nose was pretty done. He just held his face, but his partner decided to grab onto me, so I rammed his head into my truck until he lets me go. I jump in my truck and he decides he is invincible and jumps in front of my vehicle, so I gun it. How I didn't hit him I will never know. I leave with a shiner on my cheek; they leave with multiple injuries. I got back to the store ready to quit. The cops came, of course. They didn't find them but the manager was cool. She called the customer and filled them in. They offered to come to the store and pick it up. Their order was 15.04. They gave a twenty and told me to keep the change and the manager let me keep the whole 20, so it kinda balanced out. I definitely learned my lesson. Don't trust ghetto children on bikes at 12 in the AM. return to top