Delivery story 45 Dave Scott writes: Saturday night was one of those nights -- short one closer, so the other driver and I were running our butts off all night. I got back from what I thought was my last run at 2:25 AM (store closes at 2) and low and behold, there was one more run waiting for me. My last stop had been to the Holiday Inn, which was full of drunks from three separate wedding parties that night. I had to navigate through a lobby full of, "Hey, that's my pizza," and, "Bring me back some cheesy bread and beer," idiots and when I finally got to the room, the customer was passed out and I couldn't wake him up by knocking. Being the awesome delivery guy that I am, I went back down to the lobby to give him a call and sure enough, that woke him up, so I walked back upstairs to make my delivery after wasting ten minutes. So, you can imagine that I wasn't terribly pleased to see that I was going back to the Holiday Inn, again. I parked in my usual spot, the sign that says, "No parking tow away zone." It looks magically like, "Good spot for Dave to park when he is making a delivery since there are no hotel guests parked here," or maybe I need new glasses. There were three girls standing nearby. I think one of them offered to flash me for a pizza, but she was so drunk that it came out, "I'll show you some of your boobs for my pizza," which I politely declined, having seen some of my boobs already that day when I was getting ready for work. I went upstairs to the room and knocked. You can tell a lot about what people are doing by what happens when you knock on their hotel room door. Anyway, I knocked and got a chorus of giggling voices saying, "Just a minute," "Hold on," and, "Be right there." I was still waiting in the hall and one of the girls shouted, "How much was it?" through the door. Since it was 2:30 AM, I really didn't think that the other guests on that floor would appreciate a through-the-door conversation, so I waited quietly for them to open up. The girl shouted again, and then I heard a man's voice holler words that put a smile on my face for the rest of the night. He said, "Just open the #*^&ing door. I'm sure he's seen a naked chick before!" Sure enough, door opens, and I am greeted by a black haired 20-ish beauty wearing only a bath towel and a smile. She ushered me in and said, "Don't mind us. We're just getting naked and having some fun." Normally, the exchange of money and pizza is done right there at the door, but the guy was paying, and he was sitting at the foot of the bed with a sheet covering his lower half. He had the money and wanted the pizza set next to him. In bed with him was a blonde girl with a bed spread wrapped around her and in the other bed (maybe a better term might be "on-deck circle?") was ANOTHER girl covered up by the bedding. The guy (and don't get me wrong -- if I ever find myself in the same situation, I will gloat and brag, too) was like, "Bet you've never seen something like this before, huh?" I was pretty much speechless -- and that's rare for me. I collected the money ($2.68 tip, thank you) and as I turned around to leave, the blonde in bed with the guy said, "Hey," and as I turned to look at her she dropped the bedspread and gave me a shimmy and a smile. Needless to say, when I got back to the store, I managed to get the entire front and the make line cleaned, as well as sweeping and mopping the store, before Mike finished the dishes (for you non-Domino's people, that's about 75% of the entire clean up) all while humming Motley Crue's naughty girl anthem, "Girls Girls Girls." return to top