In addition
to my lucrative career as a Fark
moderator, I have the honor of being a pizza delivery guy. Unlike
you might imagine from the adventures of Hiro
Protanganist in Neal Stephanson's Snow Crash,
this isn't exactly a glamor job. In fact, sometimes it sucks ass.
What follows are few simple tips to make your pizza ordering and
consumption experience a little more tasty, or at least keep me
from putting rat poison in your next large pie.
When Ordering:
1. Speak
clearly. Preferably in a language that we both understand, like
English or Spanglish or Klingon.
2. Don't order something if you can't pronounce it. I once spent
almost 10 minutes on the phone with a guy who didn't know how to
pronounce "jalapeños."
3. Much as with phone sex, don't start blurting out what you want.
Let the insider guide you through the call. In many cases, we need
to take down your phone number, address, form of payment, blood
type, and sexual history before we can commence with the cheesy
goodness.
4. Try not to be drunk/stoned/high when you call, unless you have
the courtesy of offering me some of it when I get there. Also, please
bear in mind that there is nothing at all magical about the "shrooms"
on our pizza.
6. Yes, there are certain parts of town where delivery is restricted.
Don't play the race card. Don't call the local chapter of the NAACP,
Rainbow/PUSH, or Islamic Jihad. It has nothing to do with race,
religion, or color. It has to with the fact that your neighborhood
is infested with crack whores. If you would like to get pizza delivery,
I suggest you begin by cleaning up the place, preferably with a
12-gauge shotgun.
When
the driver arrives:
1. As
Neil Diamond sang, turn
on your porch light. So what if the last rape/robbery/murder/homoerotic
sodomization in your neighbourhood last occured in 1952, I don't
want to break my neck coming up your front steps.
2. Tip your driver. A driver is the factotum of the pizza industry.
Not only does he transport your pizza, he may have taken your order
or even helped make it. If you don't want him to add some "special
sauce," too, show some generosity, ya cheapskate.
3. Don't be a jerk. Even if the order is late. Despie what Uncle
Enzo and the Protestant work ethic would have you believe, a late
order is almost never the driver's fault. The number one reason
for late orders is staffing. There are simply not enough drivers
to get all the orders out the door quickly. Due to security concerns,
most pizza places very rarely take more than two orders on a delivery
run. All it takes is one phone call to my supervisor to tell him
about how much of an ass you were, and you'll never get pizza from
us again.
4. Don't invite me inside. Even if it's raining nuclear missiles
out. This is another security concern, as well as a liability issue.
We would love to sit down and chit-chat about your father-in-law's
gallbladder surgery or the size and consistency of your bowel movements,
but we have other business to take care of and deliveries to make.
The delivery sequence should go like this: I give you pizza, you
give me money and tip, I say "Thanks and enjoy" and get
the hell out. Think of the transaction as a five-dollar blowjob
at the truck stop, not a cocaine-fueled all-nighter with a couple
of underage Manhattan call girls.
5. Pizza delivery time is a bad time to have sex. I quote Joe
Friday from the film Dragnet.
"There are two things that differentiate the human species
from animals. One: we use cutlery. Two: we are capable of controlling
our sexual urges. Now you might be a notable exception, but don't
drag me into your private hell." If you absolutely cannot control
yourself, please at least have the courtesy to invite me to join
in.
6. Pizza delivery time is a bad time to assault your husband, wife,
children, pet poodle, plot the violent overthrow of the United States
Government, or suffer a massive heart attack. I can and will call
(and have called) the local constabulary, paramedics, child welfare
services, the humane society, and the Department of Homeland Security.
Not that I'd want to get involved anyway.
7. Try
not to be drunk/stoned/high when I arrive. Those under the influence
have great difficulty counting dollar bills/writing checks/signing
credit card slips. Not that you have the intellectual prowess to
do this when you are sober.
8. I don't give a good goddamn how many times you have ordered from
us. We now require a valid driver's license number and two telephone
numbers on EVERY check! I sure don't give a crap about your credit
rating either. A new law here in Tennessee states that someone who
cashes a forged check could be just as liable as the person who
wrote it.
9. I am not an asshole. Pizza delivery guys aren't assholes. And
we really do want your business. More business means more income
for us. Follow these simple tips and your pizza ordering experience
will go much smoother, usually in thirty minutes or less. Don't
follow these tips, and, well the wrath of the pizza guy can be a
frightening thing.
Extra
spooge, anyone?