Homeless Dickhead
Last order of the night. I take an order to this apartment complex, well I thought I was at least. Before I could get in, this guy walks up to me and says..
SC: I think that's for me, are you from (Pizza Place)?
It really makes me uncomfortable when people do this. There's a reason why we insist on delivering to houses and not to street corners. It's for our safety. Not to mention, we might have to call the phone number in case we got the address wrong or something. If somebody lies about where they live and then pulls this kind of crap, I'm well within my bounds to just drive away.
ME: I sure am. How's it going?
SC: Pretty good.
ME: Ok, you're total is $14.20.
Customer pulls his back pack off and start to go through one of the pockets. Starts laying out a bunch of coins onto the roof of my car.. A lot of nickels and pennies, too. I'm debating in my head whether I'm going to let him pull this kind of crap.
ME: Uhhh.. sigh...
SC: $10.55...$10.60...$10.65...
I'm starting to get pissed now.
SC: $13.69...$13.70...$13.71!
I'm visibly angry now.
SC: $14.19 and $14.20! There you go!
ME: You know what, man? This isn't really that cool. Besides the fact that you want to pay me in like mostly pennies? Not tipping, well, that's just kind of a dick move. It actually costs me gas money to drive all the way out here, so you're essentially ripping me off. Not to mention the time out of my night to deliver to you and to stand here while you pull small change out of your backpack and count it all out.
SC: Oh...welll....really? I... don't they pay you gas money and wages?
ME: I make like 4 dollars an hour which my employer pays to me for services that I provide to them. I get a dollar a delivery, but that barely even covers wear and tear on my car, let alone the gas. That's all separate from the fact that you as a customer should be paying me for an extra service that's in addition to the food that you bought. And besides, do you really think that I'm working this job just so I can break even?
Do you understand what the point of a job is? (obviously not since you beg for a living).
SC: Well, you should get a better job!
And I was about to just take your change and let it go. The fact that my little public service announcement has had no effect on you whatsoever is not surprising, I guess.
ME: And you should find another pizza place to order from!
Let's follow this line of reasoning to it's logical conclusion. If every delivery guy "got a better job", then who would deliver your pizza to you?
I push all of his change off of the hood of my car and back into the still open pocket of his backpack, take the pizza bag and start getting back into my car.
ME: Sorry man. I won't take your coins as payment.
SC: You can't do that! FuckyouBlah,blah,blah,rabble,rabble,rabbleI'manass hole!
I drive away pissed at the precious minutes of my life I've just wasted that I'll never get back. I can take a certain amount of abuse, but when someone tells me that I need to get a better job because of something that they and not my employers have done to fuck me over and are responsible for.. well, I'm sorry. We're done.
Last order of the night. I take an order to this apartment complex, well I thought I was at least. Before I could get in, this guy walks up to me and says..
SC: I think that's for me, are you from (Pizza Place)?
It really makes me uncomfortable when people do this. There's a reason why we insist on delivering to houses and not to street corners. It's for our safety. Not to mention, we might have to call the phone number in case we got the address wrong or something. If somebody lies about where they live and then pulls this kind of crap, I'm well within my bounds to just drive away.
ME: I sure am. How's it going?
SC: Pretty good.
ME: Ok, you're total is $14.20.
Customer pulls his back pack off and start to go through one of the pockets. Starts laying out a bunch of coins onto the roof of my car.. A lot of nickels and pennies, too. I'm debating in my head whether I'm going to let him pull this kind of crap.
ME: Uhhh.. sigh...
SC: $10.55...$10.60...$10.65...
I'm starting to get pissed now.
SC: $13.69...$13.70...$13.71!
I'm visibly angry now.
SC: $14.19 and $14.20! There you go!
ME: You know what, man? This isn't really that cool. Besides the fact that you want to pay me in like mostly pennies? Not tipping, well, that's just kind of a dick move. It actually costs me gas money to drive all the way out here, so you're essentially ripping me off. Not to mention the time out of my night to deliver to you and to stand here while you pull small change out of your backpack and count it all out.
SC: Oh...welll....really? I... don't they pay you gas money and wages?
ME: I make like 4 dollars an hour which my employer pays to me for services that I provide to them. I get a dollar a delivery, but that barely even covers wear and tear on my car, let alone the gas. That's all separate from the fact that you as a customer should be paying me for an extra service that's in addition to the food that you bought. And besides, do you really think that I'm working this job just so I can break even?
Do you understand what the point of a job is? (obviously not since you beg for a living).
SC: Well, you should get a better job!
And I was about to just take your change and let it go. The fact that my little public service announcement has had no effect on you whatsoever is not surprising, I guess.
ME: And you should find another pizza place to order from!
Let's follow this line of reasoning to it's logical conclusion. If every delivery guy "got a better job", then who would deliver your pizza to you?
I push all of his change off of the hood of my car and back into the still open pocket of his backpack, take the pizza bag and start getting back into my car.
ME: Sorry man. I won't take your coins as payment.
SC: You can't do that! FuckyouBlah,blah,blah,rabble,rabble,rabbleI'manass hole!
I drive away pissed at the precious minutes of my life I've just wasted that I'll never get back. I can take a certain amount of abuse, but when someone tells me that I need to get a better job because of something that they and not my employers have done to fuck me over and are responsible for.. well, I'm sorry. We're done.
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