Delivery story 82 Victor writes: After reading all the stuff on this website, it almost seems like I'm part of some weird cult group or something of pizza delivery stars. Yeah. Anyways, I worked for Joey's Pizza in western Canada for more than a year and while some stories on here are pretty crazy, I've got a couple of alright ones myself. On New Years 2004, I was closing for my first time ever, and it was that special time when the store's closed and you're still taking deliveries. Anyhow, the delivery was to a pretty average sector of town, near downtown, and I walked up and knocked on the door for a good few minutes. Knock. Knock. Doorbell. Ring. A few more minutes passed. Finally, some guy (obviously BLOWN out of his &*^#ing mind on drugs) answered the door. He looked at me completely blank and said, "Who the hell are you?" Naturally, I checked the address (yep, it was right) and said with pride, "I'm the pizza boy. You ordered, right?" "Umm...sure." And with that, he promptly passed out. Just out of nowhere. He just nailed the floor. I looked around the corner of the door (over his body) and there was another guy breathing into this ratty looking couch and drooling everywhere. I waited a couple of minutes. The guy on the couch shook himself up and yelled at me, "Who the hell are you?" Blah blah blah. Same conversation. The guy didn’t pass out, though. He crawled to the guy on the floor, shook him for a good 30 seconds, and then just stared at me. Eventually, the guy found some cash somewhere. The order was about $21. He handed me $60 in twenties and tens and then just stared at me some more. I said, "How much change would you like?" He looked at me blankly for about a minute and then just dropped to the ground. I tell you, these drugs do things to people. I think the math skewered his brain or something. I left $35 on the guy lying around and left the pizza on the couch. I hope they had a good night. :) return to top