Delivery story 380 Adam writes: It was late one night, right before closing in the spring of 2007. As usual we got a bunch of last minute orders from the college up the road. Always eager to make an extra buck, even if it involves staying late, I took four deliveries together to the dorms on campus. I dropped the first one off, and went back to my car. As is usual, on Friday night on a college campus, there was a group of drunk students hanging around out in front of the dorms. They started asking the typical, "Where’s my pizza, pizza guy?" and, "Can you set us up?" I smiled and said sorry, I didn’t have anything. But that wasn’t enough. They kept persisting, offering to buy somebody else's order from me. Still remaining cool, I told them I really couldn’t and laughed. At this point they got in front of my car so I couldn't pull forward. They weren’t really causing trouble, just screwing around. I’m really laid back with a cool head, so it didn’t get to me. After a minute, I said, "Ok, guys. I’ve really got to get going. Can you please move out of my way?" But no! Two of them decided to jump on my car. One on the hood, one on the trunk. Jumping up and down as if on a see-saw! At this point I was growing irritated, but still stayed calm. I said something to the effect of, "Come on guys. Can you just give it a rest and let me go?” They found the situation hilarious and just kept it up. After two or three minutes of staying cool, my blood pressure finally started to rise. Finally, after civility failed, I told the one on the hood that I was giving him ten seconds to get the hell off, and then I was driving off, regardless of whether he was on the hood or not! Well, ten seconds passed and no luck, so I just hit the gas and peeled off with the guy hanging on the front of my car laughing in hysterics. After driving about 50 yards with him hanging there, I jammed on the brakes hoping to throw his butt to the pavement, but he had a good grip and held on! Well, as mentioned I’m normally the passive, laid back type, and I’ve never been in a fight in my life, but at this moment I’d finally lost my cool. I threw open my door, while also throwing a bunch of profanity at this guy on my hood. He still thought it was funny, and at this point I didn’t know what I thought I was going to do, but I made a lunge for the guy. He took off running and we did a couple of laps around the car while a gathering crowd cheered him on. (I’m sure it was quite the comical sight for those not involved?) Finally he made a break for the front door of the dorm and I ran after him in hot pursuit. We got halfway to the door when I tripped over the parking lot curb and landed on my butt. The guy got away, and just as I was getting on my feet, I turned around in time to see this punk wearing a beater, and jeans five times too big, charging toward me before taking a swing at my face. He made contact right to my temple. I saw stars and down to the ground I fell again, stunned. The next thing I knew, this guy was on top of me fighting dirty, giving me repeated blows with his right and left fists to the back of my head and face, as fast as he could throw them, as well as kicks to the ribs and lower back! It was a brutal beating, as well as quite embarrassing, to see about 50 students watching me get my butt kicked by a kid seven years younger than myself! After 20 or 30 punches to the head within seconds, I just laid there dazed. I didn’t even have time to react. Then the punk ran into the dorm. Fortunately, he didn’t take any money! While this happened, one of the other kids got into my running car and drove off abandoning it later in a parking lot on the other side of campus. I got up, bloody with ripped clothes, and people started asking if I was alright. No. I was bloody pissed now! Somebody called campus security and then the police. None of the witnesses were sure who the guy was, so campus security and the police went in and did a room to room search of the dorm, where they eventually found the guy in somebody’s room trying to change his clothes. About a half hour later, the police came out with him in cuffs and asked me to identify him. I said yes, that’s the SOB! And as they took him to the cruiser I yelled out, "Nice job, ass hat! Why don’t you get some pants that fit you, you piece of crap? Is that the best you can do? After all, I’M STILL STANDING! A’hole!" He didn’t even look up as he was led away to the cruiser. Finally, I got back to the store an hour after we closed. The cops called and said they needed me to come back to identify some of the other perpetrators. Some students had identified some people, and campus security had detained them until I could come back and positively identify the guys. I got back over there, and sure enough, they had three of the guys in the group that started things detained in the lobby. Two of them weren't students. They were just hanging out. Two black, thug types. They hadn’t been involved much, but I decided to get some revenge. Although they didn’t damage my car, a few weeks earlier I’d side swiped a truck in somebody’s driveway and dented my side door. I told security and police that it had been them that caused it, as well as some scratches that were already on the hood. Two of the other guys were issued trespassing notices, and two other guys with the group, who were students, apparently got in some kind of trouble with the school administrators right before their graduation. A few days later, on delivery, one of the security guards ran into me, and noticed some red birth marks on my leg that he thought were injuries I’d received from the melee. He wanted to take pictures for court evidence. I was going to tell him it was just a birthmark, but then decided to just go with it and blame in on those imbeciles. I never found out what happened to everybody involved except for the guy that actually beat me. He only received a seven-day sentence in county jail for assault. A few more days later, the RA from one of the dorms who witnessed things that night saw me delivering on campus and came to ask if I was okay. He also leaked information to me that wasn’t suppose to be made public at the request of the police. Apparently, the thug that gave me the beat down was only 20 years old, and had just been released from prison days before after serving five years! He’d been on campus partying with some friends and had attempted to come to the “rescue” of his friend that I was chasing. This was the only time I ever had something like this happen in ten years of driving. The situation could have easily ended up much worse for that guy, because unknown to him, the pizza guy he was kicking the crap out of wasn’t just carrying pizza. He was also carrying a compact Ruger SP101, a .357 Magnum. However, in my state, in order to use lethal force, your life has to be in immediate danger and you must make a reasonable attempt to get away first. Also, working for Domino’s, carrying weapons is highly against policy, so I know if I ever have to draw my gun, I would be fired as a result. Even if warranted! Because my life wasn’t in danger and it wasn’t worth losing my job, that night I decided not to draw my weapon. Although, I only wish I were in a state like Florida where I could have legally blasted that bastard six feet under the ground in that situation. Or at least been able to make the guy crap his pants by drawing it, and then him finding himself looking down the cold steel barrel. It almost would have been worth losing my job in this case. After all, this is Maine. Thugs like him never expect law-abiding citizens in a state like Maine to be carrying! return to top