I moved about a year ago to an apartment above a store on Main Street that runs along the course of three towns.
Now, if you know anything about South Jersey, the entire area is fucked up with regards to town lines, zip codes, and municipalities. And don't even try GPS.
For example: my best friend lives in, let's say, West Equestria. He works in Equestria. His zip code, however, is the one that Ponyville uses. But for municipal purposes (taxes, water bill, etc.) his chunk of city belongs to Equestria.
See what I mean?
I live in Canterlot. Canterlot is a town in Trottingham Township. Trottingham has its own municipal hall (which is 1 block away from me, technically located in Canterlot) There are a couple of small sections that also fall under Trottingham Township, but I digress. You see, you problem is that Trottingham Township and Equestria use the SAME zip code. And I live on the main street that runs right up the center of them.
Here's the problem:
When I order pizza, especially from a larger place like Dominos, they ALWAYS deliver it to the same street address I have but in Equestria.
When I order online I always put in the special instructions: deliver to CANTERLOT NOT Equestria!
When I call an order in, I literally tell the guy three times, every time, make sure the driver goes to CANTERLOT, NOT Equestria!
And yet, I'd say 2 out of 3 times, they ignore me and go to Equestria anyway. Then the guy inevitably calls me with his cell phone to find out why I'm not answering my door. Then I have to tell him to drive back to my address and then my pizza is 30 minutes old and lukewarm.
Now there's about 2 - 3 drivers there who know me and know to bring it directly to my apartment. But out of the dozen or more they have, the odds are still that they'll go to the wrong address first.
And what pisses me off even more... not that they're not listening to my instructions, it's that I am literally 2 blocks from their store. If my left knee cap wasn't in multiple pieces and my 40 year old legs didn't look like they belonged to a 60 year old I would walk down there myself. They could bring my stuff over, collect an easy $2 - $3 tip (I delivered myself for a few years, so I try to be a little generous with pizza guys) and the whole trip would take them 3 MINUTES. Shit, THEY could walk it down if they wanted to.
I literally DO NOT. KNOW. WHAT. IT. TAKES. to get them to listen to me.
Every time I call an order in I'm going to have to grill the guy on the phone to make sure he lets the driver know where to go. I'm going to have to repeat myself five fucking times to make sure they got it.
I don't want to be a dickhead customer, but it seems I have no choice. I'm screwed because of our state's crappy layout and half-assed municipal piece-mail. But even when I go out of my way to tell someone where to go - which is a faster trip for them, mind you - they DON'T LISTEN.