Delivery story 295 Jollyroger writes: I am a driver for Papa John's in Ohio. It was close to closing time and we were swamped. I was delivering in a very wealthy neighborhood which had a reputation for surprisingly good tippers. I pulled up to the house I was delivering to, which had a very long driveway and was full of cars. After trudging up the driveway I rang the doorbell. The doorbell was one those fancy and presumably expensive items that sound like church bells and are nearly as loud. No answer. I could hear people talking and laughing inside, and I could very plainly hear the doorbell which seemed to drown out the voices inside. I hit the doorbell again. Still no answer. I pounded on the door for a couple of minutes before calling the house on my cell phone. A girl answered the phone with complete surprise that I was standing outside the front door and had been for several minutes. When she finally came to the door, practically everybody in the house joined her. Ten to fifteen drunken teenagers confronted me at the door. While the girl was gathering cash, I overheard a fat kid bragging about his "pimped out" Civic that just happened to be sitting in the driveway. As I received payment for the order, this same fat kid looked me dead in the face and said, "What kind of dumb f@#k would deliver pizzas anyways?" They closed the door and I turned and headed back down the drive. I chain smoke while I am driving, so I hocked up something nasty for his precious Civic, once on the door handle and again on the driver's window. Low and behold, the car was unlocked. So after clearing my throat all over and inside the guy's car, I headed back to the store only to be told by my boss that I had to go back out there because they weren't happy with one of their pizzas. Now, my boss is a very angry and suspicious person who thinks everyone who complains is a scammer. When the teenagers called and complained, he told them the only way they were getting a new pizza is if they gave me back the pizza they weren't happy with. They agreed and I returned, all the while thinking the fat kid was going to jump me for doing my civic duty. I finally got back to the house and still no answer, except this time people actually saw me outside. I didn't waste any time calling the spoiled brat of a teenage girl that I was supposed to be dealing with and finally came to the door. I asked her for the original pizza and she told me to hold on while she retrieved it. Five minutes later, the fat kid waddles out to the door with a pizza box in one hand and stuffing his face full of pizza with the other. "Here you go, dude," he said, throwing the empty pizza box at me. "Keep the change." And then he grabbed the pizza out of my hands, hot bag and all. He smiled, "Have a nice night." Before he could close the door on me, I grabbed the bag back with no regard for its contents and started to yell at him. I will spare you the dirty details but let me just tell you it wasn't pretty. The girl that ordered the pizza came running over after hearing the commotion and said that she would pay for the pizza. I accepted and we parted ways, but not before some of the kids made a few more snide remarks that I ignored while I walked back to my truck. As I pulled away from the house, I picked up the phone and dialed the sheriff's department and reported the underage drinking and public disturbance at that address. A high school girl that works with me a Papa John's later told me that all of them got busted. The fat kid as it turns out was 21 and supplied all the alcohol and is now in a lot of trouble. If you piss somebody off that is handling your food, DON'T ORDER AGAIN! It won't end well, whether you know it or not. return to top